He suddenly wants to talk to her. He waited all day in high hopes that she could finally spend her last few minutes before dosing off with him at least through exchanges of instant messages - or whatever easier at her disposal. But it turns that she's dead tired from her day's worth of activities. He then realizes the time differences - their different worlds, and each other's works, chores and activities. He remembered having an intimate conversation regarding situations like these, that he and she must work and work and work some more to keep themselves busy without realizing the time passing by. But she has a life of her own, and with the time on her hands she can do whatever she would like. A little chitchat with her before going to sleep would really be a delight, he thought! To maintain the status quo here is really important, he added. Theirs is none like other: this is not your typical romance. The distance, the longing, the letters, the kisses and misses. So the efforts are doubled. He would just wait again for another day, another shot that he could hope to make the feelings right for him, and for her. Then before ending this last sentence, he realizes that he really can't do much about it, whatever he does.
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PS: If she had finally found this then she'd know he's just a little unwell that he needs her right now.
PPS: Florence Welch will be my lady for tonight.
PPPS: F##&%^! LDR.
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