on nights when it’s coldest in my room, while I’m all curled up in bed, I miss you most. I miss your arms around me, making me feel so safe. I miss your kisses and your slow, soft breathing as we fall asleep. I miss how safe and warm I felt. I miss the “I love yous” and the tight fit of my twin sized bed with us both in it. I miss the gentle side of you, before you turned into a monster. But monsters don’t make you feel loved, they only remind you how it feels to be lonely in the middle of the night.