The night seems to get lonelier and lonelier the longer you’re away from me. My mind won’t rest. Constantly thinking about what you’re thinking, what you’re dreaming of, or how often you’ll think of me from the moment you wake up tomorrow. I sit here, imagining what it would be like if you were physically here with me at this very moment. The nights drag on and my mind refuses to let me rest. I miss you so much, that I can’t sleep, that I just want to be laying next to you, feel you breathing, hear your heart beating with mine.