Everything around me reminds me of you...
The couch, my old cell phone, that spot in the corridor where we spoke for the first time..
Looking at that small blinking line in the empty message box, typing erasing re-typing..seeing that green dot next to your name, hoping you would drop in a message..
Two a.m. already....
The bright sunlight wakes me up..I flip open my cell phone...A new day. For those who live to dream, to hope.
The small two word text at the end of our chat box.. "Good night." you said.
"Good night." I replied..
