It was another night for Tom. He was tired from work, but he tried to ignore the sleepness and stay on his phone just for you, and your one single message.

The lights in his apartment were all turned off, and the only source of light was from his phone. He was laying in bed, typing his usual "Goodnight" text.

30 minutes passed and he started to feel hopeless. He rested his head on the pillow, as tears started to form in his eyes.

"You make me feel like a fool, waiting for you..."