An hour, two, five, seven, eight hours without hearing his voice..
And every minute kills me..
Should I call? What will I say? I have nothing to say..
Should I appologise? Should I wait for him to say something? Should I give him his space?
Was I wrong? Or was I right to speak up with my troubles, looking for fast solutions?

Am I rushing things? Or is it already late and I should have rushed things from the beginning?

Am I a bad person? Should I be considered a good partner? Should I be that sad?
I am so sad.
Without him, hours are like million years. I keep looking at my phone every second waiting for him to call. Waiting for him is really painful. And calling him would make me feel the worst ever, if I found out that he's upset or sad..

I miss him like hell. I miss him so much. I've been busying myself all day with all sorts of things in order not to think of the problem I've placed myself in. But I couldn't. He is the only thing on my mind and all I want is to find my phone ringing with his name on it. I want to see him. I really want to see him. I am tired of being obliged to lie in order to see him. I'm sick of being afraid. I'm sick of making up stories.

I really miss him. Breathing is hard without him.
Should I call? But what will I say? I simply have nothing to say but the fact that I miss him and love him so much. I want to see him so bad. I wanna kiss him so much and hug him so tight and maybe then he would know how much he means to me, and how sick I can get without him.

Eight hours, like an eternity. Eight miserable hours.
Should I call?
I will call. Eventually I will find something to say.