When your lonely heart has learned its lesson
You’d be Hers if only She would call
In the wee small hours of the morning
That’s the time you miss Her most of all
– From In The Wee Small Hours of the Morning, by Frank Sinatra

I slept zero hours, zero minutes, and zero seconds last night. I laid in bed for five hours, staring at the ceiling while Frank Sinatra played through the back of my mind, thinking of too many things to write about, but thinking of only one thing… Her.
Oh-bla-dee. Oh-bla-da. Life goes on.

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