I wonder

Monday, 11 July 2016

It's 2.30 a.m. I had a restless night. Caused partly by excessive running, caused partly by you. And now I'm wide awake waiting for the Euro 2016 finals between Portugal and France to kick off. We took a bet on this game, you rather reluctantly. All in good fun with no clear purpose because we both know that the bet will never be realised. And we both know why. Well, at least I do.

I'm sitting in the dark thinking about you. That's all I ever do these days. And I wonder. Do you think about me? Do you wonder where I am? What I'm doing? What I'm thinking, what my plans are, what I hope for in my heart of hearts?

I wonder. Did I ever mean anything at all to you?

And so it begins.