I can't sleep. It's nothing new, but my early morning physical therapy looms, stressing me out. I keep thinking of someone, someone I haven't been able to let go of. He's someone who loved me. Someone who was there for me, making me laugh when my world was crumbling down. And when I feel like I have no one, I think of a time I had him. But if I'm real, I never had him. Like a forbidden love in a cheesy romance novel, we could never be, so we laughed and we loved until we couldn't anymore. And when I can't sleep on nights like these, when neither the moon nor the stars can comfort me, I think of him and weep and cry myself to sleep.