Sunday. Another few hours to go before Monday transcends its blues; metaphorically. It was easy today when my schedule was packed and I have lesser time to think. Though it was just another day, the feeling of having to wait for more hours to pass by seemed like years.
Looking back, maybe I was in denial all the while. Having to live without you for days has been difficult. I thought I would not feel this way but yes, I did and the feeling was unbearable at times.
Just wish that you are here tonight.
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