Day Four of Three Hundred Sixty-One More

I miss sleeping with you.

I miss how you lazily kiss my forehead and pull me closer to you, wordlessly urging me to go back to sleep as dawn breaks and the sun peeks slowly through the window.

I miss how our legs intertwine under the sheets, our toes brushing against each other as we play half asleep footsies under the covers.

I miss how our hearts beat in almost the same rhythm. I miss how my head rises and falls on top of your chest as you breathe in the scent of my hair.

And when the sun rises at 7 in the morning I still turn to your side of the bed, hoping that you’re here instead of these pillows - lifeless reminders of the space you once occupied but never fully evacuated.

01:11

“Smile and be strong always! I love you!” She texts at 1:11 as tears stream down her face.

She stares at her phone, waiting for you to reply. She knows you won’t be able to for a couple of hours but she still checks just in case you get the chance to text her back.

She misses you. She misses you badly but she has to be strong for you because she can’t stand seeing you cry because you miss her.

So she smiles, so you’ll smile too.

I hope you do.