I miss your bed. Just layin with you. Cuddlin. Your breathing. The way you looked at me when I would wake up or just the way you looked at me in general. Your smell. So much of it all.. I just miss you so much
Now none of this is up to me anymore. I move forward and let the cards fall where they may. But oh god do I miss you :’(
You work so hard, just to end up at home crying yourself to sleep; remember you’re trying, you are moving mountains that have plagued you since you were young, and you’re trying so hard.
Keep fighting, fight until you have won. Fight until you have found your way home, until the sun comes back and your heart learns to love the mornings again.