End to End

As you lay face down right in front of me, I can't stop myself from staring at you. I remember the first time we were introduced, without saying a word I hugged you in an instant. I'm sorry, I don't know what I was thinking then. All I know is I am happy. Happy that finally you were there.

I've always thought you were perfect--How your body perfectly fits mine. How your touch gives me the warmth that I needed during those cold rainy nights. How your presence have given me the comfort and ease. Of how much hope you're giving me whenever I see you. There were even moments when I almost feel incomplete without you by my side.

Everything was perfect THEN. But I guess like any other thing, it has to end.


The used to be hope turned to despondency. The used to be comfort turned to anxiety. The used to be warmth made me feel lost in the dark. And that's every night. Every night whenever I take a glimpse of you.


I stare at you now. Blankly. You at the end of the bed while I'm on the other end.