I miss her. She's only asleep, but I miss her. I want to see her, to rake my fingers throughout her hair, to wrap my arms around her and just hold her through the night, to breathe against her neck when it's snowy and wet and cold outside. I want to wake up in the morning before she does and make bread and muffins, to wrap her up in a blanket and hold her in my lap next to a warm fire in the morning. I want to cook for her. I want to drink coffee with her. I want to write with her. I want to watch movies with her. I want to be with her. But she lives a thousand miles away. And why would a beautiful, funny, talented, kind girl like her like a girl like me? I just want to love you, Jas. I want to keep you safe. Yeah, I'm a clingy b****, but I've had too many people around me die or leave. Please, please stay. I'm sorry for arguing with you tonight. I'm so sorry. My heart hurts. I love you.