You’re the Thought I End My Day With

It doesn’t matter what the day looked like. Whether it was chaos from start to finish or one of those rare, easy ones  when my head hits the pillow, you’re the thought that lingers. It’s not forced, it’s not something I tell myself to do. It just happens. Like breathing. Like instinct.

You’re not always a loud thought. Sometimes you’re just a flash of your smile, or a remembered phrase, or the feeling of warmth when your name crosses my mind. But you’re always there. And it makes the night softer, knowing I get to close my eyes with you in them.

There’s a peace in that. A comfort I didn’t know I needed. The kind of ending that makes even the worst days feel like they had a reason.

Final Thought: If I end my day with you, then it wasn’t a wasted day.

Disclaimer: These are feelings on paper, not promises written in stone. Take them as warmth, not weight.