HOPE & MAYBE LOVE BOATS

10

It would seem that nighttime had become the hardest part of the day. I could lay my head on my pillow, but I couldn't stop the images from running through my head. I couldn't stop my stomach from churning over and over again making me nauseous. I couldn't stop the tears from falling down my face and drowning the pillow on which I could never close my eyes and find sleep. I couldn't stop my fingers from dancing across the sheets, searching for my phone, to tell you something. Anything. Maybe I just wanted to tell you a joke or an apology or just say hi. The conviction with which I grabbed my phone every night made the jumbled thoughts I had straighten out for one second, and it was in that one second that I found enough clarity to slam my head against the pillow and close my eyes. It still wasn't enough to get me away from you because as soon as my eyes were shut and my head was comfortable, you appeared in my dreams-or should I say in my nightmares.

"i almost cried when you left."
"me too"