I woke up the next morning feeling so tired, I ran for most of the night before finally deciding to stop. I stopped right beside the lake where Arthur and I had our moment together. I touched the water and it was so cold so I could only stare at it thinking about him.
I wondered what he was doing right now. Was he sleeping peacefully in his bed or was he awake right now thinking about me?
Does he think about me at all times or has he forgotten about me and moved on with his life?
I hope for my sake that he hasn't, that he thinks about me all the time and that he will come back to me very soon and engulf me in his strong arms. I craved his scent and the warmth his body radiated, but most of all I missed him.
The saying that when you sleep with something in your mind you will dream ab
