My words are orphans now.

This is the 22nd day of your absence. I can't feel anything anymore. It's like we have never met and I was dreaming all those nice moments with someone named Bader. Do you feel what I am feeling too? Am I still coming to your mind at night or when you are up for Fajr? Does your hand goes to your phone and attempt to call me to have our traditional morning talk? How many days have you been counting and when did you give up adding up and up out of desperation? You are a man. You don't like drama. You must have stopped after a few days right? But I do count. I cannot stop counting. Because I will ask a total refund for each and every day of this torturous period. I will make you say 22 good mornings and 22 good nights. Will ask for twenty two times countless I love you's to compensate the times we are missing. I don't say if you come back but I want to say when you come back. You will, won't you? You have exceedingly  fulfilled your boyfriend duties already. Enough with annoying me as a boyfriend.  Now I want you to be my life partner, my husband and my half of deen. Where the heck are you all this time? Come back to me. Come back.. I am on my way to Samsun and every mile reminds me of our silly and enjoyable talks during the trip. Word game that we played and not surprisingly my victory. 😁 Still you were with me. Although you know you'd be beaten. Just to make me happy. I wanna be happy again 7abiby. My next word is "sabr" now. Yours must be "return"