I miss you. You managed to turn my new apartment into my home in two days but now you're gone and it's empty without you. Is this what it feels like every time I leave you? When you've had me in your bed and then I leave to go back to my life? I don't like it... I don't like it at all. I hate it. I can't focus, I can't concentrate, I can't breath... I just miss you.

I know that in 31 days you will be leaving everything to be here with me. That I will have you in my bed just by asking. But no matter how hard I try to focus on that, it doesn't stop the pain in my chest. 24 days... 24 days until I get to wrap my arms around you and kiss your soft perfect lips...

I just want to curl up in a ball and sleep through December.