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In the beginning, you used to whisper, “it will get better” until I’d fall asleep with the phone burning into my ear. But now, I’m not sure I want it to get better. I don’t want missing you to get easier. I want you here with me, without “goodbye” looming over us. I want to wake up to you, not a dial tone. Our calls always end with “I love you”, but once we hang up, I create my own swear words to hurl at the ocean separating us because I cannot replace your touch with the sound of your voice. In my dreams, I’m packing my suitcase and running to you. Come visit soon. This bed doesn’t feel like home without you to share it. By

Long-Distance Love Letter | Lora Mathis  (via lora-mathis)

This bed doesn’t feel like home without you to share it.