I stared at the coffee I made an hour ago. I held the cup with both hands and absorbed the heat that was left. I know that even if I don't drink this, I'd still be thinking of you. I would still be up all night because you have invaded my mind. I understand, but it is unfair. I am here with droopy eyes but my body doesn't want to rest at all. I am drowning in thoughts of you, even if I know that you don't do the same. Useless; but I still want it, just like my cold coffee.
Midnight Coffee Session













