This is one of those mornings when I terribly miss you; when it hurts too much to know how you’re only a few doors away but I can’t see you; when I know there is nothing much to do but tuck these feelings in until they fall asleep and I can resume with my own life again. This is one of those mornings when the love I think I had (or have) for you still seems to be there.
But then again, this is also one of those mornings when I should listen to my head more than my heart – cos I know how many times in the past the latter led me into making the most irrational decisions when it came to matters of you. This is one of those mornings when I know missing you doesn’t mean I can act on it. This is one of those mornings when I regret sounding like a cold-hearted bitch and repeatedly telling you to go away – but I have to do it anyway cos it’s the right thing to do at this time.
It’s one of those mornings.
The only consolation I have is that, in an hour and a half, it’s morning no longer. I can breathe easily again.