its 5:20AM and my bed is cold without you.

i miss your arms around me when i sleep, your warm body to hold, and i even miss your snoring which lulls me to sleep. i miss waking up in the morning and seeing your face or to notice that somehow in the middle of the night i turned around and that you also adjusted and we're perfectly spooning. i miss being woken up by your kisses despite my, im sure, monstrous morning breath.

but most of all, i just miss you. and knowing that youre mine and not worrying that you actually are just using me and that every "you're beautiful" and "you're perfect" aren't just phrases youre throwing at me because you think i expect them.

i hate change. i hate endings. and i hate growing apart.