Midnight

Tired as my eyes are, the idea of sleeping seems foreign to me. I noticed for these past few days that each time I made the decision to skim through the vast collection of my photos on my iPhoto, a glance at Daniel's random pictures would always start with a grin. A grin which somehow turned into a grimace in a matter of seconds. And the tears started welling up simultaneously.

And I quickly turn the iPhotos off.

Should I have lingered at his photo? Should I see more of them? Not that it makes me feel any better when I see them. And not that depression is an alien concept to me now anyway.

Maybe I did make a mistake by sending him back to Malaysia. Maybe I didn't. But at THAT time, it seemed like the best thing to do. Especially for the reasons that I did. And though I miss him, I don't regret the decision that I made, especially due to it being for his best interest.

But still... My cheeky little rapper....