Yesterday I felt so desperate to hold you.
I stretched myself out on the couch and let out a hundred sighs and cries.
Yesterday, two, three, and four yesterdays, I felt afraid to tell that I miss you.
Today, I'll try not to wait to hear from you because the next five, six or seven tomorrows are still going to be spent far far away from you.
I will drink my cups of coffee and sit on my bed pretending to be a cloud.