Don't know any life but the city life, the glitz, the action, the frenzy.
Dreams of a quiet life but longs for more action.
Never contented with being in one place, always looking for something bigger and better. That's me.
The city girl.
Laying on the bed, side awake, my cellphone by my side. Straining to hear every sound, waiting for the tell-tale beep to confirm that I have been remembered by you. Clock ticking, silence prevails and I get slightly annoyed. Not at you but at myself. I didn't even realize that I was addicted to that cursed beep, that blasted connection I allowed myself to imagine.