The lonely hour

As I sit here at 3am missing you like hell, I realize how difficult it will be when it's gone. I wonder what it's like to no longer feel the comfort of your hands on my skin because your touch feels like home and without you I'll seem incomplete. I think about not being able to feel your breath on my neck when we're lying in bed because it's my security from my lonely problematic thoughts. I know thinking about you will begin to hurt and I wonder how long it'll be before I give in. - F.T.

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