You have no idea how hard it is,
To wake up and remind myself its over.
That I couldn’t call him to wake him up and
say “good morning, idiot. I love you”
And to go to bed at night,
Fighting the familiarity of telling him “goodnight, nightmares be sweet”;
is pure torture.
You see, he became a part of my day.
The first one I think of and talk to when I wake up.
My last thought before I fall asleep.
And now he’s becoming someone else’s lovable routine.
Someone else is waking him up, kissing him, hugging him.
He’s happy. And for the life of me,
I can’t hate him for that.
Miss you </3