Tonight I was going to wait for him. Even if it meant staying up late for a long time or the whole night. Nothing mattered. The clock kept ticking, seconds turning into minutes and minutes into hours. My eyes had had enough already and was ready to succumb to the night's call. But my will and ego won't let it. No! I can't sleep. Not today. I was sure he was going to come. I tried hard to encourage myself. The sooner I proved he was either a reality or a dream, the better it was to get me freedom.
However much I wanted it to be true, I could not deny the feeling crawling at the back of my mind that I was only imagining things. What if he is real? I thought. What if he is nothing but a dream? Was I ready for the painful truth? I did not know. The night felt painfully long and I cursed a dozen times, walking back and forth in the room.
Hurt shone bright on my face when the rays of the sun tapped me from my sleep. *What.*how could I have fallen asleep? He did not show up. Did that mean he was not real? No. I cried within, feeling lost without words.