Perspectives

Without each other - Part 1

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It's not like she couldn't sleep, it was more complicated than that.

It's that she couldn't sleep without him.

No pills made any difference. How could she tell him that she needed him, needed him so badly that she wasn't able to sleep and that all she needed was him and it would all get better?

He'd think she was going mad. But that was exactly it, she was.

Every night she tossed and turned without catching a wink of shuteye. Every morning her eyes were painted purple underneath, she blamed him.

At nights when she returned to bed, as her head fell onto the pillow she'd hope to catch a scent of him but it had been to long since his presence.

She had sleeping problems before him but they had never been so severe, he made it all better. On the nights he wasn't there she'd send him little snippets of her late night thoughts in texts. He'd never answer but he always read them and she knew it. She didn't need a response from him, just sending him on the bad nights and knowing he'd read them made her feel better and eventually she'd fall asleep.

He always made everything better, somehow.

to be continued...