Here I lay, under these sheets. Phone by my pillow, volume to the max. When will you be home? I feel so alone, so cold. This bed’s to big for just 1 hopeful romantic. Are you coming back?
Last I checked, we left off on a bad note. You’d come from work smelling like a woman’s fragrance. I yelled, you spoke softly begging me to relax. But no, it was someone else wasn’t it. I wasn’t the only one inquiring about you.
So you left. And you haven’t been back since. That was 3 days ago. I lay restless in bed night after night. Hey, I need you here. You can’t leave me. You Just can’t.
Well, I tried. Hours passed and my phone’s dying. I lean over to turn off the light and as I touch the switch I hear familiar footsteps down the hall.
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