You are my first thought in the morning, and I wish hard that I could sleep beside you every night. I die a little more inside whenever I don’t get to see you and I fly of my hinges when I’m away from you for the stupidest reasons. When I’m not talking to you, texting you and holding you, I think about you- a lot. And by a lot i mean you-fill-up-every possible space inside my mind-24/7 kind of a lot. Holding your hand is like a cult and a kiss and a hug is a prerequisite comparable to breakfast to keep me sunshiny the entire day. That two month period you were gone was like a prison sentence and not once did I crack a smile I kid you not. Nothing mattered to me when you were gone and I admit that for the first time in my life, I’m being very, very, Very needy. We fight a lot whenever you’re going to attend to your parents or you’ll be away for long stretches and I know it’s selfish of me but we often argue due to the fact that I wish I could keep you with me, all the time because if I can’t then it would be another unbearable day.

So you know...