The only days I can get up straight away are Sundays (and other days in which I see you in the mornings). It takes me forever to get to sleep when I'm away from you. The bed is just not as comfortable as your arms. The blanket is just not the same.

This living together better happen. Because I can;t take another three years of this.

I miss you so much, all the time. It;s like a constant ache in my chest.