Missing.

I miss you. So much. And you probably don’t even miss me. I feel like I’m running out of breath. You’re only gone for a holiday. But the days seem to be moving slower till the time you get back.
You’re the best friend I’ve ever had. And it kills me to think that I realised I loved you too late.
I don’t know what is going to happen between us. But all I can do is wait. Wait for what.. I don’t know.
But I do know that I am totally and utterly in love with you. And it’s slowly tearing me apart.

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