The bed feels too big and too empty without you
I find myself lying in bed, staring at the ceiling, and feeling a profound sense of emptiness. The bed feels too big, too vast, without you by my side. It's as if the space that once held us both now stretches out endlessly, reminding me of your absence. I miss you more than words can express.
Every night, as I settle into the softness of the mattress, I can't help but long for your warmth and presence. The sheets, once shared, now seem to cling to me, as if trying to fill the void you left behind. The pillows, once molded to fit our heads, now feel lifeless and cold. The bed, once a sanctuary of love and comfort, has become a desolate place without you.
I remember the nights we spent intertwined, our bodies fitting perfectly together. Your touch, your scent, your gentle breathing; they all brought me solace and a sense of belonging. Now, the bed is a constant reminder of the love we shared, and the love that is now distant.
The silence that fills the room amplifies my longing for you. The absence of your laughter, your voice, and your whispered words of affection is deafening. The once familiar sounds of our shared space have been replaced by an eerie stillness that echoes my yearning for you.
As I lay here, I can't help but replay the memories we created in this very bed. The late-night conversations, the stolen kisses, the moments of vulnerability we shared. Each memory is etched into the fabric of this bed, making it impossible to forget the love we once had.
The nights are the hardest. Darkness surrounds me, and my thoughts wander to you. I find myself reaching out, hoping to feel your touch, only to be met with emptiness. The bed, once a place of intimacy and connection, now feels like a vast expanse of loneliness.
I miss the way you would wrap your arms around me, pulling me close, and making me feel safe. I miss the way your presence would chase away my worries and fears. Without you, the bed feels incomplete, lacking the love and warmth that only you could provide.
But despite the emptiness, I hold onto hope. Hope that one day, the bed will no longer feel too big and too empty without you. Hope that our paths will cross again, and we will once again share this space, filling it with love and joy.
Until that day comes, I will continue to lie here, longing for you, and missing the way the bed used to feel when you were here. The emptiness serves as a constant reminder of the love we shared, and the love that I still hold in my heart for you.
