Hope*

Feeling very lifted for no reason.
When I'm typing, I'm thinking of you at the same time.
I miss you.
I suddenly miss that night when we watched notebook together.
That night I kept crying and crying non stop.
I love how you comfort me.
I want you to do it again.
Though I'm not feeling at all sad, I just want you to brush your giant hands against my face.
That feeling. . .
So loved, so protected.
I wish you were here right now,
Right behind me to hug me so tightly.

How I wish when I post this, you will be at my blog page, reading it.
Then maybe at 2.30am cycle over, surprise me at my door step.
It's not 11:11. But I hope this will come true.

HOPE*