I hate to admit that I miss him. I miss the way he touched my shoulders while he slept. I miss the way his warm breath felt in my hair. I long for his voice, which lulled me to sleep and chased away nightmares. The sound of his songs is indescribable. It would take years and years to find a word close enough name that sound. But now I lie alone, in the dark, starring at the ceiling. The darkness feels so cold and lonely. I never thought I could miss sharing my bed. There was a time, still is true now that I can't sleep in the same room with anyone. I just can't take those nightly noises while I'm trying to relax, to sleep. Even the first that he and I fell into bed together, I smiled at the sound of his light, even breathing, the feel of his guitar- calloused fingers brushing my skin. This loneliness is unbearable. I won't sleep again tonight.