Just once, before I go to sleep, have a coffee with me as you taste it the first time. The place I’m being tricked to stay tells me that I’m away from you.
Is this the way I’m supposed to feel? I don’t know when I will be out but whenever I do, I want to listen to your voice. This place is called God’s Grace. The faith in him is not a virtue. So, I’m just numb. I wish I could put my head in your lap and feel the warmness you have. You have every right to be angry with me and I have no explanation.
I’m afraid I might lose you. Stay with me for the time words get vanished.
P.S Hoping not to lose my mind! Missing you.