I want to fall asleep next to you. I mean, waking up to your voice and seeing your face through a computer screen is lovely and all….but I mean really sleep next to you. I daydream about what it will feel like to roll over for the first time and be pressed up against you instead of a pillow I’m pretending is you. I want to become used to all your sleeping habits and quirks. I want to fall asleep to the rhythm of your breathing. I want to be spontaneously woken up in the night by your kisses. I want to feel the lingering warmth of where your body lay when you’ve gotten out of bed. I want to cuddle. I want to feel safe like I do when you’re with me. I want that constantly.
The few times we’ve napped, I’ve never slept more soundly or more comfortably. Even in the most contorted position of leaning against one another on my couch, falling asleep unexpectedly…
I sleep better at night when I get to see you and talk to you. My sleep cycle is accustomed to waking up at the times you normally text me before school…and when I’ve had a rough night’s sleep, those messages put me at rest.
I…I can’t explain it much better than that.
I need you. I need you all the time. I’m a better person with you. I’m a happier person with you. And I can’t wait to have you all the time…even though that’s years and years down the road…I’ll always dream about it.
There's some things in this world that mean too much to us to realize how important they are. You're the most important thing in the world for me. Nothing has ever been more important to me than you. I know sometimes it doesn't seem like it, but you're always on my mind. Always. Sometimes we mess up. Sometimes we fight. But that doesn't change the fact that I'll always love you. Nothing will stop me from loving you. I'll be here for you always. I love you baby. Forever.
LEGGINGS AREN’T PANTS. You’re asking to get hit on wearing leggings. Besides, maybe they just think your face is pretty. Take it as a compliment and move on with your life. Girls who bitch about guys finding them attractive hurt the girls who can’t get a guy to notice them.
I understand that leggings aren’t pants, but these were literally yoga pants that we rolled up at the ankles and from my mid-thigh up I was covered in sweat shirt. I’m not complaining, just making a statement because (wow go figure) I don’t happen to think I have a nice face so I don’t ever think people are looking at it in that way. I’ve only ever been hit on while wearing a dress or skirt, so obviously those “compliments” are directed towards my over-exposed legs or snug clothing on the rest of my body. So hop off.
*and it’s not like these are the kind of guys you want noticing you…more of the fuck-thank-god-it’s-the-middle-of-the-day-and-I’m-on-a-busy-street guys.
“I thought: That this is fear. I have lost something important, and cannot find it, and I need it. It is fear like if someone lost his glasses and went to the glasses store and they told him that the world had run out of glasses and he would just have to do without.”—John Green (Looking for Alaska)