(you sort of wish he was here because you.re probably very endearing right now - you.d run your hand through his hair and fall asleep with your arms wrapped around each other -- together, Resting.)

and you think of this all just as you.re falling into bed - it.s warm and cold all at once, peaceful. you turn on the light, your hands stumble for a pen and you write this inside the cover of the book you.re reading.

cause this is your life, and you.re going to make the best of it.


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