a really mushy entry

i miss him. i wish the weekends were longer. i wish he could stay longer. my bed doesnt feel the same without him in it.

i like the way we sleep. knowing me, i don't like it when people crowd me on my side of the bed. my side is my side. but with him, the presence is welcome. he pushes me to the wall and won't give me space and even hugs me while i sleep and i like it. sometimes, he buries me in his chest with his hug and even if normally i couldnt breathe in that position, instead, i sleep really well.

im counting the days until our long weekend together. we get to play house.