I woke up in the middle of the night.

I was in his room.

I was in his bed.

He’s holding my fingers

My middle and index finger are still clasped together.

I uncross them and lie there.

I stare at the ceiling.

I’m confused.

Everything is confusing.

Overwhelming.

He won’t last.

Love never lasts.

You’re not supposed to fall in love.

Someone always forgets to catch you.