She’s always gone too long anytime she goes away.
So many miles between us. It doesn’t look that far away on the map, but the more I look around, the more I realize that you’re nowhere in sight. How could you be any farther away? If you were here, I wouldn’t hold your hand or stroke your hair or sing you a love song. I would just lay here and think about music. But now, the only music I hear is love songs. Songs about your soft skin. Songs about your soft hair. Your soft lips. Soft touch. Soft…
This bed is so damn hard!