The Silent Longing: Nights of Absence and Unspoken Desires

There are nights when those who linger in my thoughts but are absent by my side lose sleep. No matter where you turn, what you drink, or how fervently you pray, solace eludes. The haunting thought lingers someone who once professed an inability to sleep without you is now sharing their nights with another. You're powerless; you can't call, inquire, or hear it. When your heart is shattered, sleep becomes elusive. Each time your head touches the pillow, a weight descends upon your chest.

If you're in love, you become accustomed to a presence that feels irreplaceable, tethered to your very being. The ache of missing becomes a palpable reality. The knowledge that you won't hold him again, gaze into his eyes, or witness his smile intensifies the longing for the one you love.

What vexes me the most is that I know you so well. I don't need to ask how you're doing; even in your absence, your voice reveals the nuances of your emotions. I know your joys and your dislikes. The question nags— who will ever love you like I do? Who will decipher the unspoken words in your eyes? I miss you immensely, a million times over.

I was meant to be the beginning, aspiring to be the end, yet you became my conclusion. I yearn to be beside you now, to kiss your forehead and sleep as if it were my destined place.

It would be splendid to be any object you cherish, not necessarily a lover. Perhaps a watch , a ring, or a necklace for your watch. To be anything that becomes yours. Just being your pillow would be a cherished role. Imagine the joy of touching your hair, lips, and face.

I could spend days expressing how much I miss you, how deeply I love you, and how I yearn to be with you. However, I cannot bear to wait. In short, my beloved, my cherished man, I want you in the crook of my arm, not merely in my thoughts.