I have a theory.
It's rather sound, in my opinion.
In the beginning of our relationship, after a day of seeing each other, we would have peaceful nights. But as the days go on, it seems that once we spend time together, that night is quite fucked.
My theory is such: as our love grows, our desire to spend the night with one another increases, thus (when we can't have that), our brain basically says, "Fuck you," and gives us an awful night's sleep.
I'd say it's a pretty damn good theory; because I want nothing more in this fucking world than to be able to sleep next to my absolute favorite person and wake up to his beautiful face. And for the first thing I experience in the morning to be a sweet kiss from your perfect lips.
I just want you.
24/7. 365.
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