Have you ever met someone, and you knew that they were meant to be in your life forever?
I’ve met a few like that. I can count them on both hands.
But it doesn’t make laying in this bed alone any easier.
Nothing is special about the cold side of the bed.
And it doesn’t make each passing day any easier.
Late nights aren’t fulfilled without you there.
Any of you.
And one foot in front of the other is solely for me, and I’m full of
“I hate being alone” and
“I can’t do this without you”.
Nothing is changing and I’m forced to live for myself when I don’t think I’m even deserving of living for myself.
I want to live for you.
All of you.
I want to make your life so much easier so you don’t have to think about things I’ve felt. I want to make each day worth it.
And all I ask in return is a full bed, with no spot left cold, a nook in your side for me to call home;,complete and total weird honesty.
Oh, and a puppy.
But none of that matters, because I’m going to wake up today, and go to work. I’m going to make money to use on myself; gas, a credit card, and maybe some Starbucks. And you’re going to go about your life without me there.
And in some fourth-dimensional, only a string ties and no matter where we go we’re still linked to each other.
Until some day, you’ll let go.
They always do.
I just want to go to sleep.