What are we

We just had the longest conversation we've ever had since July. I forgot how I miss it so much. Before this it was just a bunch of "how are you's" and "I hope you're okay's". I forgot that you talk a lot. I forgot that you have so much theories and how your eyes shine whenever you tell to people. I can tell by the way you type. The feeling I hate the most when we talk is that feeling of wondering when it's gonna end. When are you gonna stop replying. When am I gonna run out of things to say. I didn't like that but we had our moments when we just say whatever we thought of like it comes out naturally. I miss listening to your stories about the strangers that touched your heart or about the adventures you went through. I didn't mind small talk. It's probably what kept our conversation going but I've always craved more than just small talks. Every time you reply a minute late I'm both disappointed but not surprised. I knew it was coming but I was living in denial. I'd sometimes run out of things to say. I'm so bad at talking, communicating, making conversations. When it comes to you I get so terrified of what will happen. There's a lot to talk about with you. I have a lot to say I just didn't know if it was appropriate for what we are. What are anyways? Friends? Internet friends? Strangers? Acquaintances? Lovers? Almosts? You keep telling me how you miss me then seconds later you tell me you don't even know me.