Where are you? How was your day? Was it productive?

I wish we'd talk like we're normal people. But I'm not sure if I could be your friend. I like you too much to be just friends with you. And maybe, just maybe, I'm wishing for more than this friendship that you want to offer. 

Are you still up right now? Alreasy sleeping, perhaps. Because the only way I could ever get my thoughts in one same place is at this time, yet all of these thoughts only point to you. 

I wish I could hug you. Or maybe at least have my leg over yours while we sleep both facing opposite sides. I wish I could cuddle up with you and forget about my everyday troubles just to face them again the next morning. But that isn't gonna happen anymore, right? I'm no longer part of your life.