We need to live together. My bed is so damn lonely without you by my side. I want to walk through the door and give you a big ass hug and kiss and tell you all about my day. I want to help you cook meals for just the two of us and play around the kitchen and have a blast like we always do when we’re together. I wanna lay on the couch with you and watch movies until we fall asleep under the same comfy blanket. When we argue I want to just throw you down on the bed and have the most voilent/amazing make-up sex you can think of. I want to be able to roll over at night and wrap my arms around YOU, not an unoccupied pillow.
One day we’ll have this life, I swear it. I guess the only thing I can do is wait, and that’s what kills me.