I don’t get enough sleep these days. Because the idea of you, continuously pop up in my mind every-godforsaken-night smiling and saying hello. With your favourite hat on your head, you keep walking around in my mind. Keep asking if there is something that you can eat, you can play with or whatever. You just keep busy in there. Never leave, though once. To be honest, I do get tired of this thing. But I find my happiness whenever I see you in my mind although I can’t touch you. It does not matter whether I can touch you or not because it is not about physical contact. It does not matter whether I am in your mind like you are in mine because it is not about equality. It is about love, it is caring and giving.