This is for all of the nights you stay up until three a.m. staring at the ceiling going to
sleep with him on your mind. Only to wake up wishing he was by your side. Wondering if he
wonders about you the way you wonder about him. Wondering if he misses you the way
you miss him.
This is for all the times you wake up on cold winter mornings and drink your coffee
black, wondering how you've become addicted to something so bitter.
This is for the warm summer nights and your sweatshirt still smelling like campfire
and him even after three days, because you can't bear to wash it. Because it means you'll
be letting go
This is for the days, you go until nine p.m. without letting his honey brown eyes seep
into your mind, maybe you realized that your eyes are far more blue than his will ever be.
This is for the tuesday morning you wake up and realize that you don't need him to
survive.
This is for you.
