My Wait.

It comes all in the middle of the night. Sometimes, I feel so alone that it really kills me inside. And it is all so out of the blue that I start to dream about you.

I still remember vividly the cold and bitter autumn morning during late November. I woke up screaming and yelling. Why am I starting to feel that way again?

I need to believe that good things come to those who wait, for I have nothing else to believe in anymore.