I got used to write in the dark, because it was to heavy to carry a torch that burns less bright. I waited for you, to respond back to me firstly, how you were, where you've been, but instead I waited like a puppy, waiting for nothing, I made a fool out of myself, I tried to be patient first, but I then realized, waiting for something that's not coming, and the worst part is recieving a short sentence and leave. I know we live different lifestyles and routines, used to not to open up to someone, but you could've at least said something. But it's probably my fault, I should've tried harder.