Fuck. I want her.
Oh you are the sweetest anon. It means a lot to get messages like this, anonymous or not, they make me smile, and really brighten my day. I’m baffled that somebody could think that I could make such a difference in their world, but I’m glad that I do. Thank you love.
They’ve been happening a lot lately. I climb into bed and the silence and emptiness is painfully deafening. I thought for awhile I had gotten used to sleeping alone, but now I’m starting to think I never will. I hate this bed. I always preferred small beds because it’s easy to fill the empty spaces. My ex fiancé insisted we buy this huge bed, and now look, I have to try to fill it on my own, and I can’t. It hurts.