I want to be falling asleep in his arms again on the couch and blink my eyes open long enough for him to say, "awwww you're so tired!" and have it be bedtime. I want to take off my clothes and wait for him in bed. Wait for him to lie down before pressing up next to him, lifting his arm around my back, tugging the edge of my shirt up so his hand is on my skin, my feet tangled in his feet, my hand on his head or his chest or his side or his hip or his stomach or it doesn't even matter but on him.
I want to be cold so that he makes me warm. I want to fall asleep so that I can wake up by him. I want to hear his sleeping breaths.
I really want him to look right into me with our faces so close, my hand on his cheek or his chest. I want to hear him speaking only to me, as if I was the only thing that mattered.
Night time is the hardest time.
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