Its a Sunday night and all that roams my mind is the thought of you. It sounds like I am completely obsessive over you, it’s not like that. Its more that I depended on you when I shouldn’t have. I placed every spectacle of hope on your whole being and wanted you to the touch the soil in return. I don’t know if it’s because I love you or differently don’t. I don’t know why is it that no matter how angry I become or overwhelmed in my own dramatic sadness,something tells me its going to be alright. I know that I over-think too much about everything, time and distance only make me grow fonder to every waking moment without you and bring me closer to the only person who has ever been there for me – myself.