letters to you #3

Dear you,

i wait every night
waiting for the clock strikes 12, 1 or even 2
the time when we can have a proper conversation

i wait every night
waiting for the clock strikes 12, 1 or even 2
the time when i can ask you about your day and vice versa

i wait every night

waiting for the clock strikes 12, 1 or even 2

no matter how sleepy i am, no matter how tired i am, i wait for my phone starts to ring, and your sleepy voice comforting the rest of my night

i wait every night

waiting for the clock strikes 12, 1 or even 2

the time when you'll sing me lullaby and fly me a goodnight kiss

i wait every night

waiting for the clock strikes 12, 1 or even 2

the time when you start bickering about my stupidity, and i'll draw a little smile while read your long sentences

i wait every night

waiting for the clock strikes 12, 1 or even 2

the time when you turn on your TV, and drown into your little world

i wait every night

waiting for the clock strikes 12, 1 or even 2

the time when i tell you that i've missed you so damn bad

i wait

and re-assure myself that you are (still) worth a wait

- Oct 19, 2012. after you hung up the phone and left a teeny tiny spot in my little heart.

with little kiss and bear hug,

your girl with her underreconstruction heart.