Dear You,

Longing is insatiable. Nothing compares - everything else is just a pathetic substitute. My loneliness cannot be fed with human interaction. It cannot be forgotten with intoxication. My thoughts cannot be quieted with loud music. I cannot be comforted with blankets or pillows - they are not you. They do not compare to you laying next to me…so warm.

Waking up is always the worst. After my dreams have been cluttered with you, to wake up with you not by my side is unbearable. What’s worse is I’m getting used to it…and I hate it.

So much love,

Me