It's one of those nights that I miss someone.
I don't know who, I don't know why.
I just feel incomplete all of a sudden, hollow, and agitated as if my heart was expanding within my ribs menacing to split them into pieces, ripping me from the inside out just like that alien movie -Romanticism was just assassinated by such image rising in your mind as it did in mine. Forgive me. Let's move on.
Then, as usual, I just get home, eat some leftover pasta and the feeling is gone. Gone with the wind, gone with the flutter of an instant.
Let me now go to bed, wishing upon the sky to watch over the one I love, I loved, and I will always love; that stranger I probably met in different lives, in different times. That stranger I will meet again soon.
