Fucking up our secret handshake for over 10 minutes because its been the closest I’ve been to holding your hand in over a year.
Trying to sleep on separate couches. We stay up until 6 talking, we sit next to each other when the conversation gets too heavy. I rub your back in hopes you rub mine. My back doesn’t hurt, I’m just hoping for you to show me any sign of affection.
I’m still so god damn in love with you. I wish you wouldn’t tell me that you’re worried about my drinking problem and I wish like fuck you wouldn’t call me your best friend.
It’s almost 7 and you’re sleeping inches away from me, but for what it’s worth you’re fucking miles away.
I’m still drunk and I need to drive home in a couple hours. Hopefully I wake up before 2pm sober and not completely torn up inside that another sleepover with you has left me feeling completely pathetic.