Deadly tendencies (fuenciado)

Day 7

I normally write later in the day but I have found myself here with a pen in my hand staring at this paper.

I've been contemplating what i Should do.

There's nothing I'd rather be doing than sleeping.

But guess who has a horrible case of insomnia. Yea. That'd be me. And the pills I got don't work for shit.

I've spent my nights listening to the Beatles and eating Girl Scout cookies. Every night for 2 straight weeks.

Hold on, there was a knock at the door. I'll be back.

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Mike promised he'd check on me, he did just that.

We sat and watched 'orphan' and he basically sat in my lap when ester did anything threatening or scary.

I kept looking at him. He looked at me too.

My emotions were all fumbly and I reached for his hand. He looked down at our hands and immediately grasped my hand back.

I was happy.

He made me happy.

The rest of the time he spent here was filled with me braiding his hair and him tracing circles on my hip.

We kind of melted into each other. And I liked it. I loved it.

But he left. And the thought of you hasn't.