Just going to fall asleep to this perfect music and this terrifying storm, and wish you were here. Wish I could hear your voice, feel your skin on mine. It’s been about a week since we’ve spoken. Not for lack of trying, but for lack of corresponding schedules. And lack of you replying. But you do that sometimes.
Everything I do, I think about you. You’re invading my thoughts and my mind.
And I can’t decide if you care or not.
