I know that it is such a miserable sentiment to hope that sad episodes never took place and good ones just remained.
Despite my disgust, I still dreamed of you like you were just beside me. Why is that? There were early morning tears, for I always attempt to make you a call to ask why you’re not home yet. Why you’re not beside me? I always fail to remember that you’re gone for almost a year.
I long for your hug when I needed one. I missed being protected by someone whose reason to do so is not of his essence. I desire for another night of late talks where I can cry like a child because I’m hurt and I’m having a hard time with my life.
I’m missing you each time I’m troubled. I wished you were here right now.
God knows, I wished to wake up from these nightmares and if I will, I’ll promise myself not to sleep again.