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I wake up every morning, half-expecting to see you beside me. But in all honestly knowing, that we don't don't share that mattress anymore. And then I wish that I'd slept a little longer...
It's not the end of the world. But it's the end of the world as I've known it. You are so beautiful. But so selfish. But even then my wasted heart manages to find a reason to love you. I have to attend another of those bugging social gatherings tomorrow. You know how much I hate them. Earlier, I at least had you had my company. But like everything else, you've taken that away from me. Do you really think that a bunch of photo albums is a good enough replacement? And now I'm left playing the numbers game, trying to convince myself that it was a long enough run-all the while, failing miserably.
I'm sitting here, on the rooftop with my cup of coffee in my hand, while's your is beside me, getting cold all the time, everytime.
I better go down now. Loads of work to do for your funeral tomorrow. But I sure wish you were here to at least lend a helping hand.