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I knew it.

I’m not going to sleep again.

Not going to sleep, cause I know that she’s out there somewhere and I could be with her.

I could be holding her and muttering beautiful things into her ear and making her feel amazing.

She is my whole fucking life.

I need her so I can feel ok.

So I can feel variably, slightly, indefinitely alright in any way.

“I just gave myself the shivers, that’s what you get when you think about her.”

I don’t think I can write down how much I love her.

To me, she’s so perfect, so flawless, so beautiful, like untouched snow.

Like a rainbow with no clouds.

Like a swan with no broken feathers.

Like...

I thought I wasn’t going to write fluff?

Oh My God.

I need to kiss her.

I just NEED to.

If she was here, then I’d kiss her softly and tell her I love her.

But tomorrow, I’ll probably attack her lips because I had to hold it in so much.

These days, I always crave her touch.

Every kiss, every moment her skin touches mine, isn’t long enough.

Even when we are touching, we aren’t close enough.

Like when I first fell in love with her, we weren’t going out.

So I always had to restrain myself from just backing her against a wall and kissing her.

Every time I was alone with her at her house, I’d have trouble breathing because she’d just be there, in my arms, sleeping.

You see, when people sleep, they’re exposed, because they can’t protect their face. Their expression is pure.

Anyhoo, back to my story.

Once, when she was sleeping, I did kiss her.

She woke up almost instantly, but it was worth it.

I don’t think she realised.

She went back to sleep and I kissed her again and trailed my tongue over her lips, then, I told her I loved her.

“I love you.”

She smiled in her sleep.

I was so sad that I couldn’t tell her properly.

I longed for her to say.

“I love you too” and kiss me.

But i don’t have to worry anymore.

So, end of my tragedy.