What am I supposed to do when the best part of me belongs with you?
Stop sleeping, stop eating and work myself into exhaustion.
The days when I collapse in bed unable to stay awake any longer are the days when I can truly stop thinking of you. Even when I woke up in someone else’s arms, they just weren’t your arms. That little nook near your armpit where my head fit perfectly.
Or when I’m drunk. I forget everything when I’m drunk.
