Good morning/afternoon. I have a feeling it'll be horrible to have to sleep tonight. I don't know how I can without you there, like last night. I was so thankful for last night. I would've been the best sleep I'd ever had if it wasn't for those dreams. The one where you weren't there to save me, the one where I heard you call my name and it sounded like you were right next to me, holding me in your arms and whispering in my ear to get me to wake up. But when I woke up, of course I was alone. I checked the phone and we were still connected. I tried talking to you, hoping that you called my name through the phone, but you were still fast asleep. So, sorry, but I called you to see if maybe you were dreaming about me and maybe sleeptalked my name. But you sounded so clueless, so I know now it was all my imagination. I imagined you saying my name so sweet. Like you missed me, like you never wanted to say goodbye and we could lay in each others' arms for forever. I miss hearing you say my name like that...
When I called you, you offered to sleep more, and I really wanted to sleep in with you on the phone, but then you said to hang up, and I got really sad, so I just woke up. Now I'm sitting in bed, typing on a tiny laptop and thinking about you. Thinking about the plans I made to win you back. I hope I can make it all work out. I really really hope that it'll help me prove my love for you to everyone. Good morning, Michael. I hope you have a fun time eating out...
I love you oodles.
