Every night before I go to sleep. I look at a canvas print of us that I ordered a little before you broke up with me. It's not a big photo, just a little 8x8 canvas of a photo of us that I took. It's when I had longer, aqua colored hair, but in the photo it looks more of a teal because of the greenish tint that there is. My wings on my eyes were done exceptionally well that day, and I was wearing my favorite maroon sweater that I got from Goodwill.
You're in a black tee and you're laying on your side beside me. Your arm is around me, and you're sleeping soundly—peacefully. When I look at the picture of us I swear I can hear your soft breaths. I can feel your arm around my middle and I can feel the carpet that we're laying on.
Every night before I go to bed I look at this picture of us and I smile. Sometimes, when I really miss you, I kiss the photo where your cheek is.
You don't care for the photo, but I love it because it describes who we were as a couple so well. Sure, you slept a lot, but you were always up countless nights playing Overwatch. At first it bothered me, but after a while I was used to it. You had realized how much it bothered me sometimes so when I go over you take a little break just to pay attention to me and give me love.
I miss watching you all the time. I wish I could just watch you all day and lay next to you. I wish I could sleep with you again and take our long naps that we used to take. It's the little things that you start to miss first. Then, it starts to consume you whole, and you miss everything about them.
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I Was She
Poesía[Complete] A series of poems and short stories tell the sad tale of a breakup, of rejection, and of finding new love. From losing her soulmate to learning to see the world from a different perspective, M.A. Rivers writes down every last feeling that...
