Thinking Of You

So I was going to go to sleep hours ago, but I just can't.



   I don't even want to sleep in my own bed because it's a reminder that I'm alone. It's a reminder that he's not there. Not that we ever spent the night together, but we did lay on the bed together. It's a reminder of the time we spent there, a reminder of the conversations we had there. A reminder that that's where I was woken up with the snap that said I was wasting my time... I haven't slept in my bed since. None of this did I realize until just now.

   When I do sleep I'm sleeping on my sofa... not exactly comfortable, but at least the tv is there for a distraction. Maybe if the bedroom had a tv I might be able to sleep there. I'll have to buy one and test that theory. Of course if we're honest the sofa has memories of him too.. and the kitchen. Is what it is. Maybe I should sleep in the damn laundry room he didn't go in there!

   He's everywhere. He's at work, he's at home, he's in my car, he's in my phone,... he's in my fucking head.

   Katy Perry "Cause when I'm with him I'm thinking of you..."

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