I miss you. I wish I was home. I miss the way your bed smells, I miss Holden, I miss the glow of your TV. I miss how cold your air conditioning makes it, and I miss the heater by your closet. I miss your bedroom.
Don’t ever fucking try to act like you know what I’m going through or how things will change. You don’t know anything about it. Shut the fuck up.
I’m really excited for winter nights by the fire with Annee and making dinner and doing boyfriend girlfriend things.