At first, just "Hi."
Then a couple of emoticons, a bit of flirting, a joke about a cat and an awkward compliment: "You are like spring... even through the screen you smell warmth."
And then suddenly you catch yourself thinking:
You are waiting for his messages. You miss them.
And a day without his "how are you?" seems somehow empty.
This is the turning point.
When a chat stops being just a chat.
It becomes your little world. It already has its own jokes, its own traditions, even its own unsaid things that only you understand.

You start sharing important things. Things that you don't tell others.
He writes: "I had a hard day," and you feel that you care.
You write: "I was sad today," and he replies: "I'm here. Even if it's just words for now."

💬 Trust is born in correspondence.
💬 From trust comes affection.
💬 And from it comes love.
The kind that doesn't require touching at first. Words are enough for it.
Sometimes you catch yourself smiling.
Sometimes - your heart skipping a beat while you wait for him to type.
Sometimes - you want to tell him "I miss you"
And it's all real. Even if there's a screen between you.
Even if there's distance.
Because love doesn't ask: "Where are you?"
It just whispers:
"I feel you."