• Afraid of the dark.

    by  • June 30, 2011 • * Safe for Work *, Fear, Miss You • 0 Comments

    Literally. You’re the only person I’d tell this to, but one of the main reasons I’ve been staying up so late is because I’m a fucking chicken. I hate that the house I’m staying at doesn’t have any curtains over the windows for the most part. Every time I look out the window, I’m convinced I’ll see a face. I’m terrified. And as weird as it may sound, it’s one of those moments where I wish we could fast forward, and be married like we’ve talked about. Because if you and I were here, right now in this bed, I would sleep a lot easier. I’d just crawl on to your chest, and you’d wrap your arms around me, and I would instantly feel safe with you there, and sleep soundly. But, you’re in halfway across the country. And just the fact that you’re not a ten minute drive away is driving me crazy. Things just don’t feel right knowing that you’re not within reach. And I know, it’s only like two more weeks until you’re back, but I’m going insane. And I’m realizing how much I take for-granted the sweet things you do for me everyday. Like the time I was hungry at work, and you didn’t have any money, so you brought me a peanut butter sandwich (because you know I don’t like jelly.) Or how you always make sure that I text you when I get home, even after a year of dating. Or how you always do that weird thing where you blow a raspberry on my face. But for now, I’ll be staying up until 4 am (6 am your time), and I’ll just say that I couldn’t sleep. I’ll probably tell you later it’s because I’m listening to sappy love songs, missing you, and afraid that a murderer is going to break into the house at any second.

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