You used to sleep next to me.

Every night, I'd sleep content with your arms around me. It's weird and heartbreaking now to even think of such a time.

Because, now every night I go to bed alone, the space next to me cold and empty, and your voice—the one I can't even remember now—not there to soothe me.

It's stupid too, because I know you're not coming back, even though I cry and beg you to. If you wanted to, you would've returned by now.

But you never cared enough to stay then, and you will never care enough to come back now.

My chest hurts when I think about you, and I hate it. I hate that your love, which is no more for me now, can still make me bleed.

I hate that you have the power to make me cry from so far away.

I hate that I still wish for you to come back.

Please come back.

✿