11:37 PM It's raining again, and I should be in bed but I can't put down my book--and I can't quiet down my thoughts. We haven't seen each other in four years and I just want him to come home, come home, but it isn't home anymore and the only person waiting for him here is me. And I can't give him what he needs. So I listen to the rain, and I read, and I imagine.
I don’t know the entire context (or full circumstances here) but this is so lovely.
I can tell you’re hoping, a deep hope, for something. Just know that I’m hoping with you.