I was exhausted, my head was spinning. But something I like kept me up.
"Giving company is better than giving news. Meeting is better than missing." Someone asked and was surprised. Time was ticking, slowly, but it was. Yet nothing appeared. Silence wrapped the night perfectly. I took a book, tried to kill the time though it was innocent. The journey was good, but at times like that, mind had its own.
Maybe I misunderstood. Maybe it's only my imagination. Maybe it's not meant to be. Maybe.
The maybes made me tired even more. The hopes went down bit by bit, disappointment started to climb. Until finally, the negativities won. After one thousand last times checking, goodbyes sent.