I woke up at 3:23 a.m. the other night
and I couldn't put myself back to sleep.
I looked at my phone and I tried to remember when was the last time I felt whole.
I went on Whatsapp, scrolled down a few times until I saw your name.
You were online.
Were you having trouble sleeping, again?
Or like me, you woke up to find yourself occupied with a million things in your mind?
I lie in bed, the screen inches away from my face and I stared at the word 'online' under your name.
And I waited. Not really sure of what.
A phone call.
Those things didn't happen.
Maybe you were talking to someone else.
Someone who made you rather spend the whole night awake, to suffer having eyebags the next morning, than to say goodnight.
That person used to be me, I thought.
That person is no longer me, I realized.
And I wondered, maybe at the same time and by chance, you were staring at my name
And you, too, wondered when will I text you again
or when will I finally give in and tell you that I miss you.
*Last seen 3:33 a.m.*
You went offline.
Goodnight, I whispered as I waited for the sheer exhaustion of thinking about you, to lull me back to sleep.