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You do it yourself.. just you.

I am sitting on the bedroom floor at 5am,
waiting for the man I love to call or text me back.
Nothing terrible has happened,
he merely missed the flight here
and I am staying awake until I know he'll be okay
and safe somewhere,
wherever he happens to go,
whether that's here or home
or his friend's house
a couple of days earlier than planned.

So I guess I am sitting on this floor
because I can do nothing else.
From this far away,
I can only tell him over and over again that it's okay.

Its okay.
Nothing terrible has happened.

I can only sit on this floor and think about him
and hope that he feels me thinking about him.

The things we love are often so far away.
There is so much less reason to go home if he won’t be here.
heyycyanides
Written by heyycyanides (Joa)
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