I hate going to bed alone. I hate turning off the lights myself and then walking – stumbling – toward the bed in the dark. I hate that there's no one to say "goodnight" to. I hate that nobody says "goodnight" back. I hate the vast emptiness of that space next to me. I hate that cold, lonely feeling I always get when I sleep alone. I hate sleeping alone. Period.
I miss snuggling up right next to you before bedtime. I miss warming my cold feet against your always-warmer ones. I miss stuffing my face into your arm when you're up in bed playing games and I'm already ready to snooze. I miss waking up in the middle of the night to see your sleeping face lying just inches from mine. I miss waking up next to you. Period.