She's not online
你播打的電話已關機.
Her phone's off.
I could email her, but by the time she replies it wouldn't even matter.
Every night at the same time, we would connect on Skype for the little bridge of time that we share on two sides of the globe.
We've religiously kept this routine for some time now.
But tonight, it's just silence.
I needed to hear her voice.
I've been struggling with melancholy the past few days. It crept up on me ever so slightly, like a fog [jump to 7:01 in the clip] and it's been hovering around.
She's not the cause, but she's not helping either.
I deserve it though. There were times that I would treat it as an obligation or I would forget completely.
"Now you know how I feel," she would tell me.
Thanks.
The fog is clearing up a bit, but in the outside world it's been getting really cold.
I'll sleep the winter hours and wait till we meet again.
