breakdown, stage 2
I miss you.
I cried myself to sleep last night, trying not to think about it all.
It's the little things I think about... those are what get to me: how you'd dab away my tears with a tissue, that you'd kiss me goodbye every morning when you left for work, you knew what food I liked and would make it for me, you pulled me to you and held me when I slept...
And it's always at night that it's the worst... because I know that if I can just make it through the night then the morning will bring smiles again. But in the dark, when I'm alone, I think of you...
... and I miss you.
I cried myself to sleep last night, trying not to think about it all.
It's the little things I think about... those are what get to me: how you'd dab away my tears with a tissue, that you'd kiss me goodbye every morning when you left for work, you knew what food I liked and would make it for me, you pulled me to you and held me when I slept...
And it's always at night that it's the worst... because I know that if I can just make it through the night then the morning will bring smiles again. But in the dark, when I'm alone, I think of you...
... and I miss you.