
I have concluded that,
while going to bed alone is awful, waking up alone is worse.
Having to pull yourself out of a nice dream and back into reality. Remembering the last time, if there ever was one, that you woke up beside them and wishing you could have it back. That gnawing sadness in the pit of your stomach that never quite leaves for the rest of the day. Wanting to just crawl back under the covers and forget.






