I know I should hate you. For leaving me.
I should be thanking you. For staying faithful until the end.
I must not look for you. 763 more words
For the first time ever I think that my days are harder than my nights.
Maybe it has to do with the fact that I had gotten used to sleeping in the middle of my queen sized bed long before you actually left, only being joined by your presence when my phone lite up my entire bedroom and one last text came through for the night. 340 more words