THE ENDLESS STORY OF EVERY NIGHT...

"Let me give it another try," I told myself, as i closed my eyes again. I lay still for a moment. "Damn it!" I cursed under my breath and got up. I sat there on the soft bed mumbling something, staring blankly at the clock in front of me.
"Will I ever be able to sleep?" I thought despairingly. And the next moment, 'his' thoughts came back flooding rapidly. They stung me in the head. Yet, an involuntary smile came upon my lips. I sat there at the middle of the night smiling like a fool!!!
What is it in him that makes me do all this? What is it in him that keeps him in my thoughts always, every second, day and night?? I know... his eyes... so deep, so blue... constantly looking at me straight in the eye. No, no... I think it is his voice, his soft, velvety voice- so smooth and soothing. Or may be his arms- so strong, yet so gentle- that hold me close to him, so close that I can hear the steady rhythm of his heartbeat that carries me into his world. A tear trickled down and rolled over my cheek. "Oh God! I miss him like hell," I said aloud as I got down the bed and switched on the light for the hundredth time that night. I walked as if in trance and stopped in front of the full-length mirror. I stared at the already tear-strained face, the dark hair and black eyes. Addressinghe mirror, I said aloud, "You are so lucky. He loves you." I giggled like a school girl. smiling, I switched off the light a hundred and oneth time that night, climbed onto my bed and lay back, making a yet another vain attempt to get some sleep....