It's probably around 2am.
I haven't really paid attention to the time ever since i broke out the 2nd bottle of scotch.
It's just another night of this again another night of laying in bed and thinking of all the times we had together.
From the time you caught me looking at you in the supermarket, our first date, the day i taught you how to drive manual, our first concert, the pregnancy test..
I lay here knowing that living here is killing me more and more. I miss you so much.
I miss the way the light would shine just behind you whenever I would wake up, it was the most beautiful sight that I could ever see,
but now it's just an empty spot on my bed that I could never fill.
I stumble down the stairs where we would sit after each fight we had, I'd hug you, kiss your cheek, and apologize for all I said and i'd carry you to bed.
I find my way to the couch to sit down and as I do i let out a big, warm breath that reeks of alcohol.
I forgot that you were the one that made me promise not to drink bc I was going to be a dad. I guess that'll make two promises broken.
Because I promised that i would try as long as you're around..