I wrote a lot of things that I figured wouldn’t make the cut..

I wrote a lot of things that I figured wouldn’t make the cut here. It felt nice. Unwinding this ball of yarn that got all scrambled in my head and typing it out—to then delete it knowing no one would know what was unraveled. That’s pretty interesting. It would be kind of a lot of work to scramble it back up again. I’m just really sleepy. I want to cuddle. I want to listen to our favorite music. I want to put you on something that I know you haven’t listened to yet, then going to your profile checking to see if you added it or not. I miss that.

Nowadays we just knock out after talking about our days since I started working again and you’ve been calling slightly later. I think I used to mind it, but then I remember the notes you take about me (I wish someday I can see them), the way you love wrapping me in your arms when I come over, whenever you don’t let me go when I need to use the restroom, or your hand still reaching for my thigh unsolicited in the car. All those times you still open the car for me. The new places you still take me to explore when I’m in town. How you still call me every night for months. How you lent me your wristband for my watch. How you still let me see your friends and the ones you plan to let me meet (even if they all think I'm too immature for you). The little blow of air that leaves your nose when I jump at the scary parts of that movie we watched (Life) while I’m still in that nice, warm, embrace you keep me in. I try my best to notice these things because I love you. These are the moments I would hope I still remember when I turn grey. Because to me.. that’s what love is, and I don’t regret any second of it.

p.s. I'm sorry for thinking your sunglasses were ugly. You were happy wearing them and I should've let you just be content with those damn shades on. Granted, you did make me change my top early on when we dated because you hated my athleisure closet. Either way, you still looked very handsome :)