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It was 9:48 pm, and I was turning from side to side in bed, trying to sleep, but all the attempts had gone in vain; it didn't take Nicolas too long to return to my thoughts. Causing a burning lack of his care and affection, the yearning was already knocking on the door. I looked at our photos, the videos we recorded the other day playing the guitar, I reread all our conversations, I closed my eyes. I had endless memories of the two of us together, singing in church, our first date, our first kiss, hilarious moments, so many good things; my eyes burned with tears that I soon let flow unhanded. I kept my eyes closed as I felt my cell vibrate with a text from Nicolas, which surprised me a little as if he knew I was missing him right now.
Nicolas: I can't stop thinking about you; I hope you're okay; I love you, princess.