Another night in bed, alone, without you.
I never thought I would miss the presence, the touch, the face of another human this much.
What have you done to me?
You've ruined me, spoiled me.
And yet...
Another night to curl around the darkness and take in the silence of the stars.
Another night to dream of your lips.
Another night to count down, only seven more. Only seven eternities to endure.
© Jodie S. Frink