Lost in thought

It's 11 pm.

A few months back, I would hear my phone ring at this time. And I'd smile to the thought that it's you.

We'd never ran out of things to tell. We'd talk for minutes and hours, and do this for almost every single day on. We'd talk about everything. The most mundane of things. Your fears, mine. Sometimes losing ourselves in short intervals of silence. Then I'd hear you sigh as you cram your night to the next day's exam... How those times could stand alone in the seemingly few moments I have with you. We were connected though apart, even just through a call, even for a short time.

I was praying tonight would be the same though.