The phone beeps.
Words, one hundred and sixty characters, max, waiting to be read.
Words from her.
Words I have waited for.
Words I have been afraid to read.
Unexpected, but anticipated all the more with each passing day.
The characters that arrive spell out love and relationship.
The words I read make my heart quicken and pour drops of peace into the anxiety that has filled this body.
The phone beeps, and I do not check the message.
The beeping, every fifteen minutes, reminds me that there is hope and love for this relationship, conveyed in only forty-three characters.
I know what it says.
I read it when it arrived.
But I let the phone continue to beep.
Reminding me every fifteen minutes that, though there is space between us, there is love and there is hope.