you're the reason i stay up late every night. i
stay up doing nothing but to think of you. imagining the things i wish we could do together. wondering if you're thinking of me too. then it hits me—if you're thinking of me, you would've texted me in those lonely nights, right? but you didn't. yet i still wait for your text every night.
i wonder when this waiting will end and what will be the reason behind. it could only be of the two: i don't have to wait anymore or i got tired of waiting.
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