And sometimes I miss you on nights like these. When there is no sound and the walls are still and there’s work to be done in a couple of hours. I simply miss rolling over and hearing those words from a sleepy mouth, longing to know if I’m ok. Maybe its so hard to let go because there was nothing wrong, because not one imperfection graced our way. Or maybe its the way you laugh or play. All I’m hear to say is I can’t give in, I cannot sway.