I think about you every night. I'd say dream but sleeping is no longer a luxury I much enjoy. I lay sprawled out across my bed, trying to make up for the space that you used to occupy. I close my eyes and replay every touch, kiss, laugh, and motion that was created in this bed. I close my eyes to avoid looking at everything in my room that makes me think of you. My life has become a vicious cycle of missing you. I miss you and your negative space. I miss the things you used to hate as much as the things you used to love. I can link anything to you. You are my nexus to the rest of the wicked world; I want no part of it without you.
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