I miss you so,

I’m tired.

I miss you so.

Done much today but all meaningless.

Just to keep myself occupied.

How I wish if you were here.

We could do some talk.

We don’t talk very often.

Far from enough.

I want to tell you I’m working on something faraway but great.

Glorious may be the most appropriate word to describe.

I want to know what you think.

I want to listen.

To you.

Or if  a deep kiss is better?

If the God could stop all the pointless busy, we’d go out for a drink.

Since at least I got a point.

Do you like black coffee or milk?

Or the damn world would cut off our relation?

I don’t know why get agraid a couple of times.

Just feeling and understanding.

Never get enough time to do everything but feel, fall and fail.

I’m tired.

I’m missing you.

May the force be with you, dear.

And Good night.