You Live in my Thoughts

A tear rolls down my cheek as I shakingly hold the last letter he wrote me.

Carefully skimming each word, remembering how it felt when he meant

those words to me.

Fuck. 

I sigh, throwing the paper down, laughing to myself.

Tears stream down my face as I chuckle.

Then I realise my significant other is right behind me.

I quickly snap my head around to make sure you're still asleep.

There you lie, soft and sound, wrapped in the quilt that is big enough

for both of us, yet you manage to take all of it.

That's fine.

I won't sleep much tonight anyways.

I don't want to dream of him tonight.

But I always do.

I always will.