Times like these

1:30am. Wide awake. 

I don’t think many people understand the depth of loneliness felt at this hour. When all you want is the comfort of a being that no longer exists….or a person who was never even there in the first place. 

They text you sometimes. Why, I don’t know. Must be boredom I guess, since when they were slightly more present they only really included you when nothing else was available anyway. And even then there were limits. 

The other being is just a memory. And its memory is accompanied by physical pain. 

And there’s nothing I can do about either thing.

But I’m overthinking it right? Just remind myself to be grateful and it’ll all go away and be better. 

If only it were that easy.

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