Lucky you, who gets to sleep in a home with the one you love when the world becomes too much. You escape into slumber so effortlessly, and when you awake you feel better. That is a luxury I no longer have, for when I lay me head to sleep is when I miss you most. The spot next to me is empty when I drift off, and when I awake it is still vacant. I do not understand how you could choose to hurt me so much when I had loved you as though you were the only one. Did I really mean that little?