Some nights, after a particularly long, busy, maybe even stressful day, it's harder for me to fall asleep. Even after I take two natural pills and some pain killers, I just can't always turn off my brain. But, when that happens, I usually start to think about you.
The way my hand fits perfectly in yours.
The picturesque moment of what our First Kiss will be like.
The feeling of your arms around my waste.
That time we "kissed" with ring pops in our mouths.
All the little moments we've shared together. How precious. I always smile. You would think these memories, and hopes for the future, of pure joy would be enough to help me slip easily into dreamland. You would think.
But, as inevitably as the good thoughts, the bad ones come. Creeping in like shadows in the night. They quickly and quietly replace the happy thoughts with sad ones. "If he loves me, why doesn't he write?" "Maybe it was just me who felt those special moments." and the most dreaded of all, "What if he comes home and he doesn't care about me anymore...?"
And then the tears... And then the lack of sleep.
No wonder I have high blood pressure. I'm in love.
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