Don't you think it's funny? Immediately after I turn off my alarm, I yearn for the notification "22.30, its bedtime". But I have to wait. I have to go through the motions of the day wondering what you are going to do tonight. Will you hold me close as you whisper sweet nothings in my ear? Will you place your addictive kisses on my neck and leave me feeling like none has ever before? Or will we stay up late laughing about something so stupid yet endearing to us? I don't know and its ok that I don't because that means there are an infinite number of things we can do that will make me fall deeper in love with you. But darling its morning, you have to go back to your seat at the back of my mind. You have to go back to being an observer. But really, are you the observer, or am I? I can't really tell anymore if you the words you say are mine or yours. I'll go through the day trying to will you into existence, desperately wishing you would turn the corner ahead of me so we would finally meet in the waking world. But no matter how many wishes I make, I'm still alone. I wish I could have a one-on-one with God so I could convince Him to create you and maybe then I wouldn't be driving myself crazing as I talk to your image, a figment of my imaginations, in my head. But this type of crazy is good, I think. In the crazy I get to feel your warmth as you hold me and feel the love as I let myself go and sink into you. But baby the darkness is creeping in-and not the kind we want. You know I spend my nights with love in my heart them the day with sadness. Now the sadness is eating away at the love and my list of wishes regarding you is growing even longer. Funny how wishes are supposed to give you hope, but in my case, it only increases the heartache to the point that I wish I never knew what wishes are.
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