Sometimes I wished somethings will stay the same. Not sometimes, always.
I'm feeling something is missing already.

Nights I spend sitting here, waiting for something.
I've gotten so used to the fact that it comes every night since almost a year ago.
But lately it's changing.
It's just a small detail, but sometimes the smallest details mean alot too.
I don't want to get used to this.
Never. Don't force me to.
I'm still waiting.