He came home, after so long, he finally did. He knocked by my door, showing a toothy smile, the smile that made my heart flutter ever since, it was the late hour of the night, he set down his bags and went up to my room, he said to me, "you know what is the best thing when I wake up?" I simply shook my head "well seeing you are there for me, that is." Then he is off to sleep. As much as I wished, I could wake up to see him there; to feel the same way he does, I cannot.
I was already awake for I never slept.
