crying in an office chair - [one shot series]

II : Sober

To my love, the only tomorrow that I've ever had though you do not know that you are.

I sit here by myself. As I drink I only think of one thing, the beauty of sitting beside you; to exist and matter to you.

 The high notes of piano keys you've played for me, the simple questions you've asked, the words you've given new meaning though what I speak only holds a single definition to you. Before I knew it I found myself looking forward to tomorrow and the day after that. How it's made me silently fall for you all over and over. 

To continue was only more painful but alongside it is the wonderful feeling you've introduced me to, I fear that I might never find it again. 

This has made me wonder whether you have or will feel the same for me long after I've lost it, it has made me wonder whether I loved you too early or maybe too late. 

Here my love for you wastes, in wine glasses and chess pieces, the most exquisite form of self-destruction; loving you — my tomorrow.