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Posted by on 2019/05/02 under Love

We were laying bed together. We were in his room and we always sleep in his room. I always wake up when he rolls over and grabs me by the waist and I slowly wake up and see my surroundings. I see a tapestry to my right, an array of flags to my left, and his messy hair from sleeping. It's something that I grew accustomed to on the weekends because that tends to happen when you're consistently hooking up with someone. His room reminds me of the drunk nights I stumbled in and told me how much I liked him and he told how much he liked but it was just the wrong time for us to be together. Things are going to be long distance by next week and that's not fair to either of us. But when I woke up on that one specific Sunday morning I just knew that nothing was ever going to be the same. I looked at his walls. I ran my fingers through his hair and then gently in circles on his upper back. And I knew that the way that I felt for him was one-in-a-million. I saw my future with him and couldn't possibly imagine waking up to anyone else from that point on. I wish him the best in everything he does in life. Please remember to call.

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