I slept on your side of the bed last night. I don't know why I call it that, or how it even became your side. But it just is. I slept there so I wouldn't wake up and be disappointed when I turned to the right and you weren't there beside me. Instead I was greeted by my wall, which was cold and empty, kind of like how I felt without you there. It's funny how you have so much ownership over things in my life already. I find myself always waking up at 5am because that's normally when you'd start snoring, and when I would plug your nose, and when you would wake up laughing at me. You know your such a waste of inspiration. Because with you I can feel all these things and I could write for hours about it if I allowed myself to. But I can't, and I won't.  I don't want to feel these things and then have to tell you. All I want is you back on your side of the bed.