Mmm.
I can still feel you on my lips, you know.
It’s been thirty minutes since I got home, and all I feel are your fingertips on my neck and your steady breathing in the back of my mind.
After a month of being by myself, all I want is for you to tell me you love me.
And you have, every moment you’re not telling me stories.
I forgot how much I enjoyed just listening to you talk and laugh.
I’m so happy you’re home.
Please, just stay the night and let me listen to your heartbeat and your breathing and sighs.
Goodnight, tumblr. Sleep tight and sweet dreams.




