You said that you missed holding me at night, I said I missed it too.
I miss having you laying behind me, with the curves of our bodies fitting together perfectly like two puzzle pieces.
It was impossible to get cold, you couldn't even if you tried. It was so hot in that room and under the blanket. It didn't help that I could feel your bare chest against my back. We had every single fan on in that room, yet it still felt 100°F.
I loved how I could flip over and cuddle up to your chest. I loved that you would just hold me there in your arms. When I fell asleep, you and Michael were watching Disenchantment on Netflix. I was asleep on the other side of the bed by myself, and when I woke up, there you were. Michael had fallen asleep on the other bed, while you were cuddled up against my back. You had your arms wrapped around me in your sleep, even though Michael wasn't even three feet away on the other bed. I loved every second of that moment.
So ya, I miss you. I miss you holding me. I miss talking to you. I miss being your friend, and I miss being more.
I Miss You. ~
