I wish I wasn’t sick so I could have a glass of wine. Or two, or three.

I haven’t been able to sleep. It’s like off and on all nighters. I know if B was here, I’d knock out so quick. I love that when he’s here I can sleep with no problem. I know that if I have a nightmare or I leave the hookah coals on and they burn the rug he will wake me up and exaggerate the burns. I miss the simple ness of having him here. It’s hard to do this half world long distance thing, but I know it’s worth it. To be with him for one night and have these memories an feelings is worth it.