No Saint Here

Every night I wonder if my phone will ring, and it will be your name on my caller id. Tonight out of the past few nights, I had hope more than ever you would call me. My stress level tonight had mounted and I needed to hear you to ease my anxiety. Besides that, it would have been great to know you are back home safely. Perhaps I wanted you to let me know you are safe. I think about you every night, and it worries me not knowing you are okay. Why do I miss you so much, but at the same time I choose not to show you how I really feel? Perhaps you and I had agreed that we shall live our own lives. It was perhaps a mistake on my part. I miss you unconditionally. I just wish I had a way to tell you so. - No saint here -