I don't want to think of you that way.
I want to think you didn't just love my body but my soul as well. When we were together, our bodies clinging to eachother, I didn't think that way, but it's different now.
I can almost see it in front of me: your hand in mine... Your whole body as well,
Your lips and your perfect arms.
You.
You left me that night.
You woke up before me and now your side of the bed is cold.
Last time you were here it wasn't this cold, we wouldnt allow that to happen.
YOU ARE READING
Morning
General Fictionwhen you're greeted with a cold morning every time you wake up or what happens when you all of sudden have to wake up in your bed alone (currently editing) short story TRIGER WARNING: depressive thoughts,, death mentions
