At just past 03:00 AM I’m certain I’d succumb to slumber. It’s 08:50 AM now and I’ve spent the last almost two hours tossing and turning. Half-awake, half-dreaming. She’s on my mind even more than before. All I can think about is the next time we’ll get to talk again. The next time I’ll hear her voice. When our hands will meet, as our lips touch. I love her. That is all.