Some Worse Then Others
Tonight is one of those nights. I know I shouldn't miss him. It's better for everyone especially my sanity if I didn't miss him. But damn it I do! Some nights can be worse then others. Sometimes I don't think of him until I lay my head down on my pillow and he haunts my dreams. I can still feel his lips on mine with that last kiss. There are other times where the day spills into the night with thoughts of him. I hear a song and I remember him or if the song played when we were together and what we were doing. So tonight when I lay my head down I know sleep is not going to come soon enough to stop my dreams being invaded by him.