"I can’t sleep. And all I can think about is what it would feel like to have you laying here, next to me. Your lips pressed against my neck, as your head rests on my chest. My fingers running down your spine, barely touching you. Our legs intertwined, and I can feel your heart beating with mine. And with every fiber of my being, I crave you."
"Have you ever noticed when you’re tired, your fingers don’t grip things as tightly as they should? That things slip through them more often than you wish? I feel as though I am those fingers and life is slipping through me."