I'm approaching the 48 hour mark. I don't sleep so well when you're not by my side. I am tired, tired beyond tired. I just can't bring myself to do it though.
This isn't me.
This is me with you.
This, sadly, is me without you.
I am forcing my eyelids closed. Every time the crickets sing, I pretend its you calling and my eyes are wide again. I know its a stretch, but at this time of night its just me, my thoughts, and these loyally deceitful insects.
If I ever do fall asleep, I want to dream of you.
If I never sleep again, it was all worth it.
Come home soon.