That moment when its late, you're home alone, and there's nothing on TV.
You flip through the channels aimlessly, looking for something of substance, but eventually settle on reruns of Friends. It doesn't really matter anyway, it's not like you can think of anything else other than him. (Or her.)
Now comes the internal battle.
"Is it too late to text him?"
"Will he even be awake?"
"What if he doesn't respond?"
Why do we drive ourselves crazy when it's late at night?
It's the feeling of longing that keeps us sane. It reminds us of the incredible power of love.
model: Mika Lovely
photos: Alysha Nett