Incomplete

The rain beats against my rooftop.

It's a blessed sound.

I feel like I can go to sleep to it, but I can't.

Because everything is empty without you.

I really don't want to disturb you since it's the day before everything is due, and you don't require any distractions from me. So, I'm writing here in the hopes that one day you'll read this and know that I'm always thinking of you.

But - yeah,

I don't know how you feel. HOW ARE YOU? Are you tired? Exhausted? How was working today? How have your assignments gone? Did you go anywhere, is Erica back yet?

I miss you and there's nothing I can bloody do about it.

I want to text you, but I don't to wake you up.

You must've been working so hard today. Rest now, Love.

I Love You.