bluebells

I wish you were here.

Sometimes I'd wake up from a bad dream in the middle of the night frantically looking for you. My arms reach across the bed seeking your familiar, warm, reassuring hug. But you're not there.

That's when i'm jolted into reality. I'm all alone. You're not here with me.

I'd glance at the clock and realize it's mid morning where u are and u're probably busy at work. So I fall back into a restless slumber, willing my subconscious to dream of better times, when we weren't physically separated by whole oceans and continents.

Either way.

You're still not here with me.

And I miss you terribly.