What gives you the energy to go to school early in the morning? What makes you wake up early, rub the sleep out of your eyes, and deprive yourself of at least fifteen minutes more? What makes you splash cold water on yourself and face the cold, bitter, and sometimes odd world outside?
What makes you smile when you hear a song, and why? Why do you begin smiling even though you’re looking silly? Why that grin, and why are you trying so hard to control your lips from suddenly twitching and bursting into laughter? Why do you feel lonesome out of nowhere, hoping to grasp that familiar hand. Hoping to feel that warmth, hoping for that happiness not to escape even for a while?
Why do you see that same old familiar face in your head? Why do you miss him, he who is so many miles separated from you? He who, like you, is alone right now. Is he thinking of you? Also longing to hold your hand or touch your cheek, or embrace you so tight, yet it feels so gentle all at the same time? Or is he asleep? Is he dreaming of you right now, the way you dream of him oftentimes when you’re not dreaming of nightmares?
Is he, like you, making the one he loves the driving force to get all that energy to again do another boring day at work? You hope and wish. I miss you.
