I lost count of the sheep while waiting for sleepiness to take over.
I lost count of the seconds that tick by while waiting for your plane to take you home to me.
I lost count of my footprints on the sand while waiting for you to come follow me.
I lost count of the dandelion seeds i blew away to the fields while waiting for the wind to whisper to me those words from you,"i miss you."
I lost count of the days.
I lost count of the nights.
I lost count of the stars and stop wishing upon the moon.
I lost my sense of numbers.
Why did i still not lose my feelings for you?
Cause baby, the truth is...
I'm still hoping; not minding how long i will be waiting; that some day, you'll hold my hand and say those three words-i love you-to me.
I lost in writing while thinking of you and of how can i rid of the feelings i have for you. It's too painful that i don't know what to do anymore.
If one day you'll read this, you know what to do, because i will still be waiting for you.
-for the man called J
