Every single time.
When the sun disappears beyond the horizon, you're left all alone in the dark.
The nights are when you only have your thoughts for company.
The memories to recall.
The empty side of the bed that used to house someone who protected you and would only be a roll over away.
The nights are the toughest.
You can't control your dreams.
You can't tell them to stop thinking about him.
To stop wanting him and missing him.
To stop recalling his features and his soul.
The nights allow the darkness, to creep into my heart.
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