Thoughts of you were keeping me awake. Though I didn't know you long, I can't get you out of my head. So I've decided to watch the sunrise this morning. But as I was sitting outside in the cold, watching my breath escape my mouth, I realized looking up at the sky is harder than I thought it would be.
I'm scared that if I look up at the sky, I will see your plane go bye and that in itself will break me. Watching you leave and knowing the odds of us meeting again are slim will absolutely crush me.
So instead of looking up and watching the sunrise, I continued to stare blankly at the small puffs of hot air emitting from my lips.
Watching them appear and dissappear.
Just as quickly as you did.
