I can’t handle how much I miss you…
It’s pathetic because you’re only two hours’ drive away. You’re with your family, having fun in the basement. Having a great time. I’m so happy that you went home to see them, and get to spend time with them for once, but god, do I miss you…
I wish it were Saturday so I could sneak into your apartment like I’ve done without fail for the past two months, and crawl into bed with you. I just want to hear you groggily wake up, and see the sleepy smile on your face when you realize it’s me. I want your arms snaking around me under the sheets, pulling me into your warm sleepy body.
I want to weave my fingers into your hair and massage your head, and feel you slump into me with a sort of cat-like satisfaction. I want to spend all night with you, listening while you quietly tell me things you’ve never told anyone. I want to lay on top of you while you doze off, and just listen to your heartbeat as it slows down.
All of this is incredibly frightening… it’s the truest thing I know and I can’t face it.
I love you.
