It was yet again, another night with my cats. One might call it sad but I call it quality time with them.

I sat down on my bed, plopped came Meredith and her furry legs and there was my guitar. I was hoping to finish the song by today but I guess when procrastination strikes and love for baking kicks in, nothing better could distract me.

I reached for the guitar, tried strumming a few chords for the momentum to kick in but nothing was happening. That's when it hit me. I've been trying so much that I've lost sight of the objective: I needed him and wished he was right here and right now. Then again, I wished he could. I wish he would.