champouf posted Insomia. on Tuesday, May 17, 2011
I can't sleep.
All I can think about is just him.
Night.
Is always the time when I think the most.
My brain processes the most here and now.
Thinking through, reflecting, recalling etc.
And well, this time is serious.
Again.
Him.
Just him.
5 more days left to his return.
But why does it seem forever?
I want Sunday to come tomorrow.
Oh please just come tomorrow.
I never thought I would be this immature,
Staying at home, unable to do anything just because he is gone.
I've always thought myself to be someone strong,
but I guess people do change.
Still waiting for him to return.
5 more days left.
Hang in there, I've already made in halfway through.