As much as I desire to ace tomorrow's paper, my mind and body are disintegrating slowly, 10 hours to the paper. I haven't gotten much into the revision, and I doubt I'll be able to finish cramming everything by tonight. Oh well. Just one more paper to go!
I think I'm mad, because I'm getting increasingly easy to satisfy. I don't see it as a sign of diminishing affection or a change of heart, don't get me wrong. It's just... I have to stay contented this very moment with the warmth from your jacket, and occasionally catch a whiff of the scent of you off the jacket. I know I can't have you by me 24/7, and I don't insist on you being a slave for me. Simply because you're so much more to me.
I need those fingers weaved in mine.
I need the warmth I know I can't generate.
I need your hugs and kisses.
I need you.
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