One thing I have always taken for granted is how warm you keep the bed at night.
I feed the baby and stumble back into bed, only to be met with cold sheets and empty space.
I pull the covers up and over my head, just letting my face peek out from underneath, trying to get warm and resettled, wishing you were next to me.
I promise I'll never tell you to move over again.
I miss you.
I love you.
Be safe and come home soon.
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((Amy))
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