I don’t need a perfect relationship. I just need someone who won’t give up on me.
I stay up just late enough until I am just exhausted enough that I can fall into my bed and sink into immediate slumber. Because I can’t stand lying in a bed in a dark room alone with just my thoughts for so many hours and hours.
Your words touch me in a way I find difficult to describe, she said, although whenever I read them it feels a lot like foreplay.