Life used to be so easy when you lived right across the hall. I would crawl into bed with you and just cry on the nights that I felt my heart breaking. It was simply enough to just lay there with you by my side as you waited on an explanation, though one did not always come. I used to feel safe with you, but now I feel as if my safe place has been taken away. My world has become a thunderstorm, and the only shelter I have is a million miles away. Nothing feels right anymore without you here. I seem to keep breaking my own heart, just to prove that I am still alive. But what's the point if I have no one there to help me get back up?