Its 11 pm and you are still at work i know there is nothing you can do about that but there are things i wish you would do like eat a snack in the evening the fact that you haven’t eaten anything since lunch worries me immensely you tell me to have dinner and go to sleep to not wait up for you but in your absence food tastes like sawdust the bed is a cold hard stone in any case sleep refuses to comfort my thoughts which throw up numerous questions – are you hungry? would you have eaten? are you tired? working late would be making you upset, are you okay? and so on – i wish i could ignore them, not worry, and say that you’re an adult and can take care of yourself but i know from experience my love, just how well you do not do that
so here i am waiting up for you at 11 pm hoping in futility that somehow my worrying will help