Honestly, I'm going a little crazy. When people try to step into our room to borrow a pillow, I run in there. I curse at them and tell them not to touch a thing. I don't want people invading our space. This place was meant for us, made by us; I wasn't supposed to be here without you. It doesn't feel right without you here to occupy the same space.
"I can't breathe without you."
It's so hard. It's hard to breathe knowing we're no longer sharing the same air. It's so hard to breathe with all the crying I've been doing. It hurts so much to know your gone and things will eventually lose your touch and I'll have nothing but memories and photographs to hold on to for a long time.
"I'm dreaming about you"
Really, I keep dreaming about you. You haven't stopped invading my dreams. Any other time, i wouldn't mind. It's nearly impossible when I wake up and realize you're not there even though you should be.
If the world is still spinningand I'm still livingIt won't be right if we're not in it together.
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