The Girl

midnight memories

She cupped her face out of frustration. It was 12 in the midnight, and she cannot sleep. She was drowning with words she chose not to say. She grabbed her phone and was about to dial his number. But she decided not to. His number was unregistered, yet she memorized it. She typed words, words that may scare him away. She typed the words her heart kept on shouting through all these years. She let it flow, let herself be vulnerable for that faithful night. She was hesitant to send him her message. She was thinking twice, but she did. She slumped down onto her bed and tried to close her eyes again. Tears flew slowly from both eyes. And there, she knew she'll fall asleep.