[[A/N: Inspired by Bowling For Soup's song Belgium. Ficlet. Crappy. Enjoy.]]
Belgium
Lately I feel so small, you aren't by my side. I don't know what to do anymore. I'm lying in my bed alone. It's so cold, lonely, it feels so big. I never noticed before because you were always there with me. Maybe the bed has grown, even though I know it's a physical impossibility. How was I supposed to know this single bed was made for two, it was made for me and you.
I'm still in England and you're halfway around the world, I'm just a day behind and it feels like forever. There's a huge hole in my life now and nothing seems to be able to fill. I bury my head in to my pillow and try to stifle the tears. I wrap my arms around myself, wishing it was your arms wrapped around me instead.
I wake up in the night; I roll over and try to wrap my arms around you. In my sleep, deprived state, I forget that you're no longer here. I'd just like to watch you sleep, lay by you, hold you. I want to feel you near me but you're half way around the world, as far away as humanly possible. I think I'm going crazy. Every day the confusion grows. I wonder what you're doing, where you are, how you feel, if you're as lost as I am.
I never noticed before how much I needed you, but then again, you were always here for me, therefore I wouldn't notice. Right now, you may as well be on the moon.