I miss your face, and your voice, and your hands; soft, yet strong. I miss your laugh, and the way your body rests when you’re laying next to me.
I miss the rhythm of your heart beat, slowly but surely becoming in-sync with my own and putting me to sleep on your chest.
My father asked me why I’ve been sleeping so much lately, and I told him, “because I’m depressed. You took away the only thing that has ever made me happy, so now I’m just going to sleep my life away.”
He didn’t say anything. He just frowned and walked away.