The power of love

It was dark. Of course it was, it’s 2am in the morning. The skies were clear and the stars were out. I looked up and sighed. I knew that half the world were asleep, but others weren’t. They were doing things. Like looking after their children, or even having sex. But the other side of the world was doing something.

Like me. Madison Auden Gibson. I was sitting in the back garden of my mother’s house in Arizona. 2am. My mother was probably snoring in her king-sized bed, her cashmere blanket pulled to her neck. I was jealous of her. I wasn’t sure how she could sleep during the night. I couldn’t. Every night I would come down here, stare at the stars for a couple of hours, then feel slightly tired and go back to bed. Even then, I couldn’t sleep unless I forced myself to shut my eyes. But I knew somewhere in the world, someone else was having the same problem as me. That they couldn’t sleep because of some reason. Some reason that makes their heart hurt. It makes them want to cry. They miss the person they were.

And whoever they are, I know how they feel