I did not sleep. I am awake all night. Not because I can’t sleep, but because I’m waiting for him to come home, but I feel like a fool to do that. He didn’t come home, no matter what I waited for. The next day, I did the same again.

Even in the days that followed. . . . . .

In the next day...

In the next day...

It’s been a week. I haven’t seen Andrius in a week. I finally answered my question about what does he really think of me? There is really only one answer and there is no need for good thinking just to answer...