I always stay up late thinking about you. I stay up late thinking about what I could’ve done differently. I stay up late wishing that I could turn back time. I stay up cursing at the universe for screwing up the timing. I stay up wondering if I ever cross your mind. I wonder if you ever dream about me. Or if your heart skips a beat when you see or hear my name.
I stay up waiting for a message or a phone call that will never come. I stay up thinking about what we could’ve been. I stay up wanting you back.
I stay up because I miss you.
I stay up because I miss hearing your voice.
I stay up because I want you to tell me that you love me, for one last time.
— LA // excerpt from a book I’ll never write