Normal day it seems…

Today a day as normal as any since I met her. Normal it seems. This normal includes thinking nothing at all. I’m a copywriter and people say I get paid for thinking new concepts everyday I step in my office. But now on these normal days I’m dreaming about her. I keep writing about her insanely, after all that’s the only way I can express myself. I might not be a great writer, but who cares; I just want to express myself.
I sit in front of my PC and the first website that I open, no one can guess it. It’s her blog. Why do I read it? Nice question, but sadly I can’t answer it myself. Then I look at my cell phone waiting for a call I know I won’t receive. Then I ask myself why am I being so pessimist? It’s really the biggest question for me coz I don’t think there’s a human as positive and optimistic towards life the way I am. And the only answer to my question is my Restlessness.
Even as I put down these words I find a thousand thoughts running in my head. You will never find me halting at one place. I need to keep moving on coz I feel that if I don’t, I’ll die of suffocation. And with this stupid mind I’m trying to talk to her and what happened was not a surprise.
All I can say for my behaviour is a word called Sorry. But the word is so abused that even if you say it with sincerity, no ones going to believe you. So? What do I do? Another question and this time around I leave it for her to answer. I’ll wait the way I am waiting since I’ve met her.