Read me

6am : I was about to pick up my phone and answer your call.

11am : I was about to read a message—reminding that I should never starve myself. 

3pm : I was about to tell you how stressed I am—how I wish that I was already at 

7pm : I was about to see you. So we could eat our favorite dinner together. Sweet 
moments and bright smiles that could make me forget that I had a bad day. 

11pm until midnight : We never have the chance to say goodbye because none of us 
wanted to cut our conversation, but we always ended up sleeping with a joyful soul. 

And if today you’ll still want to know how my day went, I just wanted to tell you 
that in my heart, nothing has been the same.

—ma.c.a // I miss the little things