Three o’clock in the morning, your thoughts are touching mine. I saw you in my dream, up until then, I was fine. But your presence behind my eyes makes me sad and makes me smile. Our last conversation has been awhile. If you were mine to have and to hold… but our love grew cold. In another life I would be your perfect wife; but right now, it is better not to matter. Oh, I am lonely without you, and I hope you’re feeling it too. I promised to keep waiting for your love, and parts of me are still here; kind of. Ah, if I just didn’t care, but it is three o’clock in the morning, and you are not there.