At least… You haven’t forgotten about me.

Silently, I received your message at 11 o’clock. At night.

I gazed at my inbox for 5 minutes, blissfully. I smiled.

Its not over.

It's not over.

I knew that your unread message was magical. I was woken, pleased and convinced.

For a reason, you care for me. I truly hope so.

But…

It was 10 PM in Bangkok. You were with him.

Again, I’m late. One-hour late.

Again, I’m late. Six-year late.

Please lemme in.

I’m just LATE.