Lonely

Sometimes, no matter how many people you text, talk to, or see in a day, when it’s just you in bed in the dark, you realize you’re still lonely. 

I’m independent. I like my own space. I like to make my own schedule and do my own thing. I like not answering to anyone. 

But, no matter how many things I love about living alone, sometimes the quiet and the dark still settle on my skin and remind me that…. I miss hearing the breath of someone next to me, and the brush of skin on skin under the sheets.  

At the end of the day, I’m happy with my choices, and where I’m at mentally, and my progress. 

But… what I’d give for arms that wrap around me while I sleep. 

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