Nightly visits
I know he's outside my window, waiting for me to go to sleep. He's there every single night since I've pretended to betray him, pretended to betray us.
After I lie down he waits for several minutes. Then he climbs through my window and sits down next to me on my bed. He's watching me, all night long. And I try to stay awake as long as it's possible for me. But when he's around I'm actually able to sleep comfortable; without any nightmares.
I wonder if he knows I'm lying to him. Because he sometimes touches my hair, traces with his fingertips over my face. Maybe he's even seeing flashes of my thoughts and dreams. Cause when I'm still awake I see flashes of his thoughts. Maybe he knows that we would have gotten married in the not all too distant future. Maybe he knows that he would have had only eyes for me. Maybe he knows that the world would have come to an end. But he never mentions anything. And in the morning he's gone…