There were days when somehow I manage myself with my drowsy eyes to talk with her every night,slept many days abruptly talking with her. These used to be our passion or routine or habit or hobby I don't know. Love this was I simply confess.
And there are wakeful nights now I'm dealing with,doing nothing but awake for no reason. Truly I couldn't sleep how I used to be. Spending time with my late night dark room, making friendship with dark circles.