People always told me the longer your days, the shorter your nights. I tend to agree with the former, but about the latter, it just gets even longer. The night sky is heavy with the scent of liquored up coffee and sizzling butter on pan as i took my place amid the stars. I always pictured myself in the most unlikely of situations, just because it was so much more interesting to be in make-believe scenarios.
"I asked her; 'Do you miss me?, cause to me she was always the kind who'd linger on my mind at almost any point of day.' But somehow she'd always avoid the question and go on about other things, not that i really didn't like her doing so. In fact i adored her little speeches she gave on an event which recently occurred. It's just that, i didn't know where i stood with her."