The time is ticking

The time is ticking. Whole day texting, IMing till 4 am, soon all will be inappropriate. You face it calmly. Me? sadly. You have her. Me? alone. Here I am cheering one of the greatest moment in your life, preparing special present for your day and mourning for my loss. Training my self not to reach the phone and send you tons of messages when something cross my mind. Looking to the pop up window contain your last night offline messages, telling my self over and over "do not send a new one". The time is ticking.