There’s something about knowing that my boyfriend’s off getting tattooed without me that makes me miss him more than I usually do. I can’t quite pinpoint why.
I have an “anon” twitter account that I tweet about hockey from, and I gave out my instagram on that account a few times. His best friend, who followed my twitter, started following my instagram, and told Chris to follow me too. For a few months they both followed me but didn’t interact with me that much, and then around December, Christopher started commenting on my pictures. I stalked his pictures, somehow found his snapchat, and then we started snapchatting, he gave me his number, and a few days later we went on our first date.