I give my phone another glance, with the subtle hope of a call from you. Uncertainty invades every part of me, and distress fills my mind. It's a weird anxiety, a fear of losing you.
The strangest part of this situation is the reason for my body to react like this, for me to behave this way. You have been a motivation for me. Speaking with you inspires a mental quietude
more than happy, it makes me feel soothed.
It feels correct speaking with you, being at your side
being with you.