Toss and turn, though these eyes are heavy—sleep evades this tired mind. The only escape I have from our bond's demise, and it runs from me faster than you did when you chose to say goodbye. What I wouldn't give to kill the part that still holds on to the hope you will one day love me, as if you had not already chose to close this chapter and burn the book when you made the decision to leave. Maybe one day, I will be able to exist without noticing the empty space where you used to be.