They say those who are awake at two or three in the morning are usually those who are in love or who are lonely. I have come to realize that there's a third kind, and that's being both of these two things at the same time. It's 2:03 in the morning and I'm missing you, so much that every inch of my being craves for you and my fingers itch to text you, all while telling me to don't even bother. My inability to sleep has caused me to start whispering what ifs to the ceiling, sounding crazy yet at the same time secure because it's your name that resounds. God, I wish I had the chance when it was given. I wish I could tell you how special you are but I also wish I can tell you to stop. Stop giving me short glimpses of ever having a life with you, but please don't make me stop thinking about it. I probably don't make sense because I'm half-sane and half-out of my mind, but I wish you do and at the same time, I hope you don't. I wish you knew how much I love you, but I also pray to the heavens above that you never find out.

People who are awake at two or three in the morning are usually those in love, lonely, or confused.


*I happen to be all three.