I hate my sheets, but i cant live without them
I hate these sheets because they remind me of her, the warmth to the touch, the softness, the comfort they provide, they all remind me of her
I have been told "Move on!", and "Their are plenty of fish in the sea.", but they don't understand, they don't understand how much she meant to me how many times she promised forever, how many tears she wiped way while telling me,
"Don't cry, you everything will be okay."
I cant give up these sheets because giving up would mean letting go, letting go of the warmth, the soft embrace all of it..
I cant seem to let go as easily as she did..
I cant seem to grasp how fast it changed, form her saying
"I cant imagine life with out you."
to
"My life is so much better with out you in it."
I cant sleep without these sheets and I cant sleep without her touch..