darkI wanna curl back up in bed and sleep more. I haven't really slept the sleep that I've wanted to because there has been somebody here since the vacation started, and this is my first day alone.
Alone. Hell of a word, that.
Sometimes I dream about you.
I dream that you live here in the box, live with me, not just around me, like you're a part of me and you want to leave but you stay, and I tell you that you can leave whenever you want to but you never go because you're afraid.
It makes me sad.
I don't want you to be a part of me, I don't want you to depend on me, I don't want you to be afraid. I want you to be strong, and loved and loving, and I want you to love me because you can, because you want to.
And I miss you. I miss your smile, I miss your laugh, I miss your warm touch.
It's just not enough.