It’s been a while since I’ve slept alone. Physically I’ve been sleeping alone at night for as long as I can remember, but for the past 8 months I slept waking up to you.
You weren’t literally there.. It’s hard to explain.
Tonight I’ll have to face the fact you won’t be there for me tomorrow. Or the day after. And the next day.
It’ll be a constant battle for me to get out of bed, not that I want to stay in it. The walls in my room feel like prison walls whenever I stay home. But to avoid a nightmare in person it’s what I’d do. To avoid seeing you with someone else.