Le.Friggin.Sigh.

Sometimes when I fall asleep at night I imagine us cuddled up under the abundance of the down cover. Your shirtless back pressed up against my chest. My head nestled in that little crook right below your neck. The smell of your cologne escaping through your skin and your ribcage moving up and down to a silent rhythm. For this moment all is right in the world.

It's nights when I begin falling asleep thinking of this that I grab my pillow tight and just realize how wrong things are...