It's late, not late enough for my timer to yell though. But late enough to fantasize about him. He's in the same spot in the kitchen kissing me and holding my waste like he loved me, except the thought soon fades away as his girlfriend walks into the kitchen. I can see her face. She's prettier and has more love in her blue eyes. She isn't me because she's pretty, I see why he likes her better. I sit and stare as he's kissing her and holding her waste like I want him to hold to me. The love shared between the two is stronger then the one between us, all I am to him is someone he once loved, I hate that's I hate her. I don't want to hate her but I hate the fact that she isn't me. My 10:00 timer goes off. Time for bed. But I don't want to. I wanna let my imagination run. I set another 10:00 for the morning.
