You’re everywhere.

When I open my eyes, I see you. When I close them, I see you too, like if your image was incrusted inside my eyelids. When I fall asleep, I meet you in my dreams, and I finally feel good, because I imagine myself in your arms.  But You’re not there. 

When She opens her eyes, you are really there. When She closes her eyes, you are laying next to her. When She falls asleep, She meets you in her dreams, She feels good, because She is in your arms. You are there for Her, and not for me. 

Because… 

… She’s everything to you and I’m nothing to you…