Emptiness.

The counter ticks, and yet each number seems to mean nothing.

I've been refreshing my inboxes, waiting to see your name, an email, or at least a sign that you care. It's been eleven days and still nothing. But, why am I surprised? You've always kept me waiting. You've always called the shots. Haven't you, Bryan? I'm perspiring, and yet everything is cold on the inside.

If I were shivering, would I feel warm within?