Once again it was 3 am before I could get to sleep last night. It's no surprise why; I wish I could think of you less at those times, because my thoughts always tend toward things having to do with sleeping/beds/intimacy/someone sharing your bed. During the day I can usually rationalize it away, "I've been with other girls, several even. And even when we were together I wasn't completely faithful in my actions. It's only fair. In fact, it's the right thing for right now."
At night it's a different story: there are no distractions - visual, audible, or otherwise - to draw my attention elsewhere. And that's when my thoughts are too loud for me to shut out. Not just loud, but with my cursed imagination, vivid.
The worst part of my day is most of my night.
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