Texting Anonymous

I spent the whole damn day in my room, barely moving. The headache never really went away, just faded into a dull throb behind my eyes. Every time I tried to get up, my stomach reminded me why that was a bad idea. So, I just stayed in bed, miserable, waiting for the day to end.

I check my phone, scrolling past all the missed calls and texts from my friends.

But then I see the notification from the guy.

Anonymous: Haven't heard from you. Doing okay?

I stare at it for a second before replying.

Me: Nah. Hungover from a party. My mom's pissed.

A few seconds later, the typing bubbles appear.

Anonymous: Damn. First hangover?

Me: Yeah. Feels like shit.

Anonymous: Aw. You deserve it for drinking that much, dumbass. Jk.

I snort a little, even though it makes my head hurt.

Me: Whatever. Not like I planned on it. Just happened.

There's a long pause before they text back.

Anonymous: Wish I could make you feel better.

I stare at that for a second, feeling something weird in my chest.

Me: Yeah? How?

Another pause. Then:

Anonymous: I'd hold you.

I swallow, suddenly feeling even more exhausted than before. I don't even know what to say to that. But I know one thing.

I really, really wish they were here right now.

I type back, staring at the message for a second before hitting send.

Me: Thats sweet.

Then it hits me.

I said yes when he asked me out.

I have a boyfriend.

The thought settles in my mind, making my stomach twist—not in a bad way, just in a holy shit, this is real kind of way. I've spent so long hiding, pretending, overthinking every little thing when it came to this part of me. And now, just like that, I'm in a relationship.

I don't even know what he looks like.

I mean, yeah, I've seen certain pictures, but that's different. I don't know his face, his expressions, the way he looks at me when he says something. But does that even matter? I already trust him more than I probably should.

My phone buzzes again.

Anonymous: Get some rest. I'll text you in the morning. Sweet dreams <3

I stare at the little heart. Jesus. I really have a boyfriend now.

I don't even know how to feel about it. But for the first time in days, I don't feel completely miserable.

I lean back against my bed, staring at the screen of my phone. A small smile creeps up my face as I read the message again.

This is really happening.

I actually have a boyfriend.

It's surreal, in a way. My mind keeps going back to that blindfolded kiss, the way everything felt so real and yet so... different. How could something so simple change everything? How could just one person—this anonymous guy, whoever he is—make me feel less alone?