Ever since you left, the bed has been growing. Non stop. Its too big now for o ly one person. Its too much room to have by one self.

I often dream of you, feeling you lying just next to me. Feeling the warmth from your body, then walking up. And its all cold, and you arent there.

I miss your messy hair and the warm breakfastes you made in the weekends, your stupid jokes and just everything about you.

I miss sleeping next to you. This bed is to big now