kiss me kill me

I want to run away to his place and snuggle up in his bed and be kissed on my forehead tenderly and fall asleep. There's nothing I wish for more right now. I want to hear the soft creak of his bed and the rustling of the plush panda as I shove it over into one corner. I want to smell the familiar soapy smell of his pillow mixed with Axe shampoo. I want to be half asleep and hear him quietly getting up from his desk and undressing and crawling under the covers with me. I want to feel him wrap an arm around me and put his other arm under my head and I want to mumble goodnight to him and I want him to kiss the back of my neck and say sweet dreams. And then I want to fall asleep. Like I do every time. But I can't because fuck this weekend and fuck everything.
It's terrifying how badly you can miss something you're so used to having.

/P.

What's even more terrifying is that one day he might read this and then he'll think I'm an obsessive freak