And I still can't fall asleep.
My body clock is totally screwed and I am envying this man who's sleeping soundly beside me.
Looking at him, alot of thoughts flash across my mind.
Alot of memories flood me.
And at this moment, I am asking myself, are we going anywhere?
Am I gonna adapt to the way he talks in a more-than-friendly way to girls?
Am I gonna accept the fact that drinking (beer and bubble tea) and soccer might be more important than me to him?
Is he currently treating me like we're newly-weds because of his winning streak and happy mood?
Is he happy with now only because I no longer look through his browsing history or handphone messages?
Most importantly.
Am I myself?
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