Dear A,
Honey.. Don't you see me crying here? Don't hear me calling out your name here?
You might think I'm too over but this is who I am that I can't control my emotions
that I can't control my utterances
that I can't control my keeping calling you all the time
that I can't control my worry towards your safety

I'm only a woman longing for my man to come back home, call me, and share me his stories while away from home. Is it so hard for you to do so? Is it wrong that I'm so in love and worried about you?
I'm sorry for bothering you all the time with my boring stories. It is the only way for me to keeping my stress away. I'm too afraid of getting the same old sickness again because I want to start a new life.
I believe you are busy out there, I know there's a lot of things you've been thinking about but as I told you before that I am here for you as not only a woman-friend but also a best friend. I've told you that you can always count on me even though I cannot always find you the way-out. At least, let me heal you and hug you at the lowest point of your life.

See now?? You treated me like I never care about you. You treated me like I never want to listen to you.
How should I react on this lunatic time? What should I do when you are like a stranger?

One more time, you can take me as your best friend too.


Love,
I