[ WP ] You have received a text/call/letter from someone and it is everything that you want to hear and simultaneously nothing you want to hear .

Kinna stared at the phone in her hand. She had been looking at her text messages when the call came through, and now that it was over, her screen had returned to the conversation with Andrew. 
 
 `` I love you,'' it said. 
 
 I love you. She had wanted to hear those words for so long. She had laughed with excitement, her heart fluttering and her cheeks hurting they were stretched so wide. She had already started typing her response, just the `` I'' there. And then she had gotten the call. 
 
 She had gotten the job. She was going to be an editorial assistant for HarperCollins in New York City. She was going to start a real career in the publishing industry, working for one of the top five publishers in the country. All those people who said majoring in English was a dumb idea, but she had followed her dream, and now she had proven she was good enough and she was going to do it. 
 
 Except -- 
 
 I love you. 
 
 Kinna's hand was frozen on her phone, unsure how to respond. Little dots appeared on the screen that meant Andrew was typing something else. Shit. He could also see that she was typing something -- and was probably waiting for a response. Kinna backspaced the I away. Andrew's dots also disappeared. Then appeared again momentarily, then disappeared again. 
 
 It was only supposed to be a fling. Just a fling while she was waiting to get a real job. Just something fun, something to keep her from dying of despair while she was living back with her parents, working back at her high school job for barely more than minimum wage, counting the days until her student debt would start coming due, surrounded by high school students as peers, looking at all her friends who were already starting exciting careers, were already in the perfect relationship with their soul mate, were traveling to exotic countries, were living in adorably chic apartments, were perfectly thin and fit. 
 
 This was supposed to be her dream job. Sure, the pay would be shit, and she'd live in a shoebox with a bunch of other roommates, and she probably would n't even get to do any real editorial work, but who cared, because she was going to be in New York and working in the publishing industry, and everyone started out this way and she would work her way to the top quickly enough. This was the opportunity of a lifetime. 
 
 She watched the dots appear again as Andrew started typing something for a few seconds, but then they disappeared once more. Finally, she began typing. 
 
 `` I love you too,'' was all she said. 
 
 And she knew she meant it, but she knew she loved the job more, and she knew they might pretend they would totally be able to do long distance and it would work, and they might Skype every couple days for the first week, then once a week for the next month, and then just a text message here and there, and then... nothing. 
 
 And she knew it would be okay.
