******* 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 ******* in love with you. I wish you wouldn’t tell me that you’re worried about my drinking problem and I wish like ******* 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 ******* 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.