but i feel like plague. i need sleep

It’s December 1st, 2:44 AM. And I can’t sleep because you plague my thoughts. I can’t put myself to rest without knowing what you feel like. What it’d be like if you were right here next to me. It’s been like this for months. I haven’t slept for 3 months knowing that every night, you lay just a mile across town, so innocent and clueless to how you’ve wrecked me. How could you not know? How is it possible that you could think of a person, want and need them so badly for so long and they could never know?
—  E.S.