You’ve presumably fallen asleep, and I’m sitting here at my computer with my chin on my hand staring at the bright screen. All the lights in my room are off, except for the soft glow of the television combined with light from my laptop. I never stay up this late, but oddly enough sleep hasn’t even come close to calling my name yet. You said you wanted me to post more on here; here you go. I miss you a ton right now, even though I saw you less than three hours ago. I’m not in the mood to talk really, but just to feel your physical presence next to me. In me. I’d like to hear your breathing in my ear or your warm hands touching my stomach. It’s through absence that I think one truly feels the weight of another person’s soul. If yours wasn’t present in me, I think I’d realize a lot about your impact. Most times it’s easy to overlook the small stuff, but it’s when I’m in complete solitude in the wee hours of the morning and I have darkness enveloping my mind and body, that I can truly think without distractions about the meaning of us. If you were to just disappear for good, the hole left would be a vast empty darkness that would take a long time to make sense of.

And on a lighter note, I wish a damn vibration/text notification would wake your sleepy ass up.

Love,
Your longing girlfriend