Sometimes I like to pretend you’re right next to me. You’re touching my shoulder, twirling my hair in your fingers and pulling me closer. You whisper in my ear all the little things that I need to hear to feel okay.
Sometimes I like to pretend you’re sleeping next to me. My head is on your chest as it slowly heaves with every breath you take. Your arm is across my back. The pressure reminds me that I am protected and you won’t let me go.
Sometimes I pretend that I never left. Nothing has changed and everything is the same. I can see you when I want. You’re always there.
Sometimes when I can’t sleep. I pretend. I pretend that you’re here with me.