It is 1am.
I think I am losing my mind.
I’ve lost count of the number of times I have walked by the front window to see if your car was in my driveway.
My constant checking of your social media pages has become obsessive.
My work is suffering. My mind wanders too much.
I didn’t think it was her at first.
The bar was busy, but it was at that time when people started to leave to either head home or find some late night food.
She was standing with two other female friends, finishing off their mixed drinks.
My buddy elbowed me asking me if I was ok. Apparently I had been looking off into the distance for some time. I was, in a way. It felt like I was looking at my distant past. It had been three years since I had last seen this girl, now a woman.
