You know what I hate? Having the opportunity to sleep with my boyfriend in the same bed one night at a gathering and then going to bed alone the next night. There is no other feeling that compares to just lying down with someone you love to goof around and be happy. Then you get to share goodnights and I love you’s just before you close your eyes to see them first thing when you wake up. And if you have night startles they are right there with you, anytime you wake up during the night, they’re there.
Now, I’m home by myself lying in a bed made for two. I can’t help but look to my left to just make sure he isn’t there just one more night with me. I feel like he should be there, to TELL me goodnight, not TYPE me goodnight. And when I wake up from my reoccurring, nightly anxiety attacks it would be nice to just look next to me to know someone is there and that I’ll be okay.
I deserved this point.
This sunset was so beautiful that I had to pull over
~Let’s chill in my Hippie Van~