Finding yourself going to bed later and later, and waking up earlier and earlier, because reality is better than ANY dream...
wondering about the what ifs and should haves, long after he's gone
thinking about that special someone every minute, second, and nanosecond, swearing that, after each one, you'll stop thinking about them. but you don't.
wondering if he'll change his mind, and then hating yourself for knowing that you'd gladly take him back
picking up the phone every so often, then, when you hear the dial tone, feel disappointed realizing that the reason that he's not calling is something you cannot fix
being with someone who'll call you back when you hang up on them
looking into their eyes, knowing that that twinkle is because of you
coming across the person who'll point to his friends and whisper excitedly, "thats her!"
