Since you've gone, I've been lost without a trace / I dream at night, I can only see your face. / I look around, but it's you I can't replace / I feel so cold, and I long for your embrace. / I keep crying baby, baby please.

What’s the matter with me?

Is it my imagination? Is it the pasta I had for dinner?

Or is what I’m feeling real?

Last night, I wasn’t able to fall asleep. I kept imagining you in the throes of passion. With someone else.

And why shouldn’t you? You’re so young. So beautiful. So desirable. Why can’t I express my desire?

Now you’re no longer thinking of me. No longer my girl. At least not last night. I have failed you.

I thought I was over… jealousy.

Yet, we seem(ed) to be entangled—somehow. You send a message when I think of you. I’ll wake up when you read mine.

Something is missing though. It’s not you, it’s me. I have failed your test(s).

I may never be ready when someone I genuinely like walks into my life. Lands on my hand. Like a butterfly.

Last night was rare. I can feel that you aren’t thinking of me.

Perhaps you are not my girl. Perhaps I failed to give you what you needed when you needed it…

Stop it.

Yes, love is fleeting. Yes, I adore her. Yes, there will be others. There are always other girls.

Ohh. If only we could have the pleasure… without the pain.

What i'm listening to:

Every Breath You Take
The Police
Synchronicity