His voice was sad…
I couldn’t bear hearing this tone of voice…
He sounded bored, depressed, tired, and desperate to come back… And I couldn’t do anything about it.

I was out with my mum and sis. I was supposedly having fun. We went out shopping for my little sister. I wanted to buy her something new to wear. She was depressed and I wanted to cheer her up. And I actually did. But when I heard his voice, I forgot about the entire planet. And all I wanted was to hold him tight, and ease his misery. I wanted so much to make things easy on him and make him a little better, but he wasn’t responding to my failed trials. He just wanted to end the conversation and leave. Or may be I was boring for him, or reminded him even more of the situation he is in.

I hated myself, and wished I was there for him. Wished I had something to do about it. I also wished I was sitting back home when he called and then may be I would have had a better chance of making him feel better. But I wasn’t home. And I’m spending the night wondering how he is.

I miss him. I never thought that love was such a tricky feeling. When you love someone, you feel his happiness and pain. I was sad because I knew he was sad, although I was spending some good time with my family. But I still felt sad because he was sad. I felt sad that I haven’t seen him for 2 weeks now. And although it’s painful, I find loving him to be the best thing that ever happened to me. I wait for him to call, I wait to hear his voice, his ringtone, I want to hold his hand, to hug him… I just wait for anything… And every single tiny thing he does or says means the whole world. I’m waiting for his smile. I can’t wait for him to come home.

I miss you!