Torture...

Absolute torture.

I sit and I wait for you to call me, but in the back of my mind, I know you're out doing something important.

I carry the phone everywhere I go, hoping it would ring, but in the back of my mind, I know you're having a great time with your dorm mates.

You're doing exactly what I asked you to do. Live it up. I guess you can call me selfish for wanting you to call, but I know that I'll survive without a phone call. But in the back of my mind, I remember you clutching my arm and I can hear you say that you'd call me everyday. My phone lights up and I stare at it hoping a ring would follow.

I'm not mad. I'm not upset. Just sad and missing my beb. I just hope you miss me too.

Everytime I look at the moon...I remember that conversation we had and I feel that you're not as far away as my heart tells me.

*sigh* I guess I'm making a canyon out of a crack. There's still tomorrow. There's still next weekend.

I can't wait.