We’d been seeing each other for a while. One morning I awoke to find two texts from him.
The first was sent the previous night: “Just to tell you how beautiful you are, and how much I love you.”
I was thrilled to read it.
Then I read the second text, which had been sent a few hours after the first:
“I sometimes send texts in my sleep. If you’ve received any other texts from me in the last 12 hours, you should ignore them, I didn’t mean anything I said.”
I was no longer thrilled.