I'm so sick and tired of saying goodbye to you. I'm sick and tired of going days without seeing my favorite person.
It started off simply as an interest but its escalated to the need of living with you. I want to have our own little place together. Because honestly, I could have the worst fucking job in the world, but if I knew that when I got home I got to cuddle up with the most perfect little human in the entire universe and fall asleep, it would all be worth it.
And I don't just want a place with you. I want a home. I want us to buy furniture together and put up paintings and posters and decorations and get a pet together. I want to exist in the same space as you and have times when we're out and just lock eyes and think, "Babe. Let's go home."
I just want you. That's it.
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random thoughts & scrawls
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