I have an exam in less than 12 hours, I haven’t do anything. All I’ve managed to accomplish in the three hours since I’ve woken up, is two emotional breakdowns and a bowl of Ice cream.  Now that I’m studying the basics of what makes an election democratic, what’s running in my mind is “but holding you in my arms was the best feeling ever”, that’s what he told me that day and I wonder if you ever think about the times you’d text me while studying. 
Until further need to express.