In the meaning of the midnight.

How I miss the moment, staying up late, texting you. 

There was a lot of smiles. Really.

Or the moment, when I'm deliberately not turn my phone off while I sleep.

Only because I'm waiting for your message, so I can wake up and reply it quickly.

I know then, when the midnight comes, you're still awake.

So when I remember that, I'm happy to stay awake until the midnight goes away.

Just to know that in the same time, you and I are awake when the others sleep.

I love the silence, the cold that embrace me.

I love the city that starting to sleep.

I love the roads with the rest of cars going back to their home.

I love the quiet, so I can hear the "tik tok" from my clock.

I know that you're awake, working hard to gain what you need.

And I feel terrible to sleep.

I miss the moment when you send me an emoticon of flowers. Hahaha.

I miss the time when you said "You have to sleep. It's late. I'm not feeling well let you awake texting me until late."

And the moment, when you said you want me.

Or the moment when you ask me to let you go.

It's all happened in the midnight.

How I miss all of that.

How I miss all of you.

Yogyakarta, 10.04.14