2:30 am

It's 2:30 in the morning and I still can't sleep. Thinking of why can't we be? Tears roll down from my eyes, drenching my pillow as I look up to the sky. Then I thought, you might be looking at the same star that I'm seeing now. I hope you're thinking of me too. But it is too much to ask 'coz you've got somebody to think about, to care about. But I sure do know that somewhere deep inside there is a small part where I dwell and that's enough. And sometimes I feel, though it may not count as missin', that you think of me too. With that I'm happy. :-D