This would have more words but I’m tired.

Being alone at night sucks. Crawling into bed alone and laying there under the covers is almost unbearable. It’s quiet and the silence is screaming at you, reminding you of how lonely you are.

And then there are nights where you’re extra emotional, moreso than usual, and it’s exponentially worse. You’re laying there with your eyes closed and you want him there so much that it hurts. So much that the sound of your breathing is infuriating because it isn’t coupled with the sound of his. Every movement, every shift in your position echos and spells out just how empty your bed is.

And there isn’t anything that you can do about it, except wait for sleep to come.