I hate that I can't even lay in my own bed because it reminds me of you. That night when we fell asleep entangled in each other's bodies. I remember it so clearly. I woke up and rolled over to get more comfortable. My movements awoke you from your sleep. You looked at me. You looked at me in a way I've never seen. It was shock yet happiness that I was laying in your arms. You kissed me then pulled me closer as we fell back asleep. Now I lay here thinking back to that time wishing you were here but, I know you are laying in your bed thinking of her.
