I really
miss that
feeling. That feeling of contentment when
you wake up in the morning, knowing that you have someone
who's waiting for you to see their good morning,
baby text. Or just the feeling of everything
being good and alright. I miss
it. Sometimes, I wake up—and it's there
again, that happiness. But then I remember how you are gone,
and you don't care anymore, and
then it's gone, and I have to push back my blankets,
and get up, and just deal with the fact that,
well, you
just don't feel the same way I do
anymore.
