Yesterday I felt desperate to hold you. I stretched myself out on the couch and let out a hundred sighs and cries.
Yesterday, two, three, and four yesterdays I felt afraid to tell you I miss you.
Today I'll try not to wait to hear from you because the next five, six, or seven tomorrows are still going to be spent far away from you.
I will drink two cups of espresso and sit on my roof pretending to be a cloud..