It’s 1221am

There was something I want to tell you. You said you call. It’s not that hard to remember we didn’t speak, yes?

I am tied to this life of waiting. Momentarily, I hope we had our old lives back. I hope we could have make things up and move on.

I don’t deserve this. You know I don’t.

Is the Stars outside of your window as beautiful? I told her to watch over you, in my place so I know you are in good hands.

I just need to remind myself momentarily – you are not mine anymore. No longer you want yourself to be in my arms.

The night is young for I will have a long road ahead to finish what we begin.

It’s sad we cannot belong anymore. Just maybe – I hope we meet again at the end of this road. Just maybe, so I can run my hand through your beautiful face again. And say – I didn’t stop loving you.

Night, my love.