“You reach for your phone in the night.” “I didn’t know you saw me do that.” “I didn’t see it. I felt it. You were holding me, then you weren’t.” I pause and swallow down the lump in my throat. Tears stain my cheeks, and this time, I let them fall. I’m so mad. So frustrated this is happening to me and so tired at the same time. “I always know when you’re not touching me.”
