What is happening to me? I’m idly scrolling through my social media timelines so rapidly that no new posts come up. I put in headphones but no music helps me. I try to read that one incomplete book but I can’t focus beyond the first paragraph. I pick up the phone again and my thumb automatically opens your chat.
That’s when I realised that my heart was looking for a bit of you. Your words, a little of your concern, some fun, some advice. You texted every day at 9 thirty after dinner, and today you didn’t. Even though my mind did not notice it, the heart did.
Sadly, it’s 12. You’re asleep, I’m sure. And I’ll suffer through the night.