There are so many things to say, and yet when the phone call comes, I’m speechless.

There are so many things I want to ask, and yet I know I shouldn’t be intruding.

There are so many things I want to post, and yet I know she will read it.

There are times when I think I will stop.

Stop thinking how is she doing, stop wondering when will her next exams be, stop thinking whether she had her dinner in the flurry of studying.

In the meantime, I only know there are countless questions in my mind.