As much as I reminded him that I was here for him, it never mattered because he was so deep in his head. At night, he didn’t sleep in the room with me. He was in that damn living room with the TV on mute and sitting on the couch. I wanted my Simmy back, and it was hard being quiet, knowing that I was losing a piece of him every day. I couldn’t remember the last time I felt his lips on mine. His body against mine.
that’s not good
