Night time is the worst.
I used to love night time. Often times it is the least likely time we focus on the present. We think about the things that happened during the day, our past or of the things that await us tomorrow, our future. It seems like the hardest single time of our lives to just focus on the present. When you do accept the present at night time it is almost like pure freedom. You have nothing to do, you have nothing to truely worry about. Even if something stressful will happen tomorrow it will be tomorrow. Night time is just a beautiful time to accept life, but when I look to the bed I go to tonight I just feel sorrow.
I used to love holding her in my arms. To hold her close and share eachother's warmth. To recall the day's events, to speak of tomorrow's. To just lie there next to the woman you decided to spend your life with. I can not describe that feeling. I can only feel the complete loss, now. I go to the single bed alone. I miss her presence. I miss her touch. I miss her breathing. I miss her heart beating. All those things of the past. I still force myself to accept the present. Tonight I accept she sleeps in peace, in the arms of someone else. Tonight I accept I am alone.
I used to love holding her in my arms. To hold her close and share eachother's warmth. To recall the day's events, to speak of tomorrow's. To just lie there next to the woman you decided to spend your life with. I can not describe that feeling. I can only feel the complete loss, now. I go to the single bed alone. I miss her presence. I miss her touch. I miss her breathing. I miss her heart beating. All those things of the past. I still force myself to accept the present. Tonight I accept she sleeps in peace, in the arms of someone else. Tonight I accept I am alone.