I hate going to sleep by myself.
It feels wrong. The space next to me is just that – space – black emptiness that should be filled with breathing. Life. The emptiness creeps into me, I feel raw, hollow. No rhythmic breathing to match my own or shape to fit to mine. There’s safety in your arms, and love. The night...
It feels wrong. The space next to me is just that – space – black emptiness that should be filled with breathing. Life. The emptiness creeps into me, I feel raw, hollow. No rhythmic breathing to match my own or shape to fit to mine. There’s safety in your arms, and love. The night...
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