Yesterday marked 8 months of going to sleep and waking up alone.
I was never, as T would say, much of a "cuddeler" in bed.
I just have never been able to sleep on my side.
She knew it and she always said she was fine with it.
For the most part, neither of us ever had trouble going to sleep for the night.
Comfort and confidence in what we had most always just enabled us to drift off to sleep easily.
It was pretty darn awesome.
I think about it a lot while tossing and turning.