Yet again, here I wait.
I had been continually glancing at the screen of my mobile, every 3 seconds to give you an idea. The growing impatience inside me for your message was gnawing my whole being; my sadness was further aggravated by the longing I feel for your smile, for your hug, for your kiss. For you.
“Why were you not replying?” inquired your last message. If you only knew how many times I resent my prior messages just to be sure the pathetic carrier would get the message over, if you only knew how many “I love you’s” I have sent beforehand, if you only knew how frustrated I feel that our communication line is botched and unreliable.
If you only knew how much I want to speak with you. To be with you.
Suddenly, you called. I assured you that I love you a lot. You did the same.
Somehow, everything just went better. A lot better.
