Someone.

And as today ends, I feel exhausted.

It's a bit complicated to tell everything that had happened.

I just really miss someone who'd want to know what happened through my day.

Who'd listen to my stories no matter how silly they are.and would laugh with me.

Who'd try to ask something behind the unknown names of people in my stories... wanting to know the people around me sincerely.

Who'd see and probe through my superficial "I'm okay.", and eventually make me pour out my stories.

Who won't make me feel stupid and just listen through my complaints how shallow they may seem.

Who'd try to make me feel better although it's not really his thing.

I miss that.

I miss having to be told stories of his day... it makes me feel that he wants to share something with me.

I miss being shared of his day's troubles.

I miss how, at the end of the day, he would make me feel good about myself.

Reminding me that today wasn't really that bad. and that tomorrow, there would be plenty of time for me to make things better.

I miss that.