Dreamworld.

I miss you.
I miss feeling your arms around me.
I miss knowing that you're both there beside me, watching, loving, holding.
I miss being Alice, being in Wonderland, watching the rabbit run.
I miss that cocoon of comfort, feeling safe, even though I was so broken inside.
And even though my arm was bleeding, raw and red.
Even though I wanted to die every second of the day.
Even though I couldn't function as a human.
Even though I was practically a zombie sometimes.
Even though I was popping pills.
I was safe.
In you.
And that is what I miss more than anything.
Sometimes, more than her.