Wake up exhausted, in a haze of bliss. Slowly realize the voice you heard or the body you could have sworn kept you warm was just a product of your cruel mind.
I turned my back on him that night knowing my future laid in the opposite direction. This was a detour I needed to take in order to stop doubting that I was on the correct path.
The problem was never you.
What is happening? Who am I?
We lay our heads on different pillows, find homes in different places and stroke the cheeks of different faces. We gain and lose, and our hearts shatter and mend.
We all arrived here through different roads, different highways and different dirt paths.
1. You will miss him.