It’s night. It’s cold. It’s late. I have work
tomorrow and it’s time to get some sleep. I go to bed. Exhausted, I expect
myself to sleep. I close my eyes. And wait. I keep waiting for the sleep to
come. I wait, and wait, and wait. It doesn’t. Instead, there are thoughts of
you that fill my mind. Allez, oust! Get out of my mind. I want to sleep. To
rest. To hope. To dream. I want to see a happy me. Maybe even with a happy you.
I want to dance under the rain. Kiss you as if it’s true. I want to laugh. To
run. To go wild. I want to hug you for a long time, until the end of time. I
want to touch you. Feel you close to me. Sleep on your shoulder. I want to go
to bed without making love and hug to sleep, because this is what perfection is
all about: a relationship that is far from being physical. I want to hold your
hand under the table when we’re out. I want to sneak away from everyone just to
have a moment with you alone. I want to wake up to your voice. Sleep to your
sweet dreams wishes. I want to surprise you with gifts and fill your life with
sweet memories. I want to shout and argue with you. I want to fight over silly
things. Cry. Scream. Cry again. Get mad. So mad. I want to break-up and make-up
again. I want to hug you and whisper my feelings to your ears.
I want to
whisper the exact words that my pillow whispers to my ears, every night, when I
go to bed. Those sweet words. That forbidden feeling. Those sounds…That sound…
The sound of missing you!
