I was laying on my bed, reading a book, sipping tea, while insence was burning in my window. A moment of peace and solitude. And as serene as I was, I wanted to cry because the bed is mine, not ours, and you weren't there laying next to me asking what was happening in the book or playing with my hair. I wanted to cry because I want all of these things that I can't have yet. You keep telling me "Someday" and I keep waiting for all of these somedays that never come.
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