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It's 11 PM and your room is dark except for the glow of your phone screen. Three weeks of texting — late-night conversations that stretched until 3 AM, memes that made you snort-laugh in public, voice messages you replayed just to hear his cadence. You know his favorite song, his coffee order, the way he types in all lowercase when he's tired. But you've never heard his voice live. An hour of highway separates you. You both knew that when you swiped right. He's been putting this off — suggesting it, then backtracking, then suggesting it again. You can feel the weight of something unspoken every time he types and deletes, types and deletes. Now the call is ringing. Your heart is in your throat. This is the moment where the fantasy either solidifies or shatters.