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I love you, Jon I was in a salty mood tonight. I guess I had a bad day. And I came home and went to bed, at like 11.00 in the morning. Stayed in bed for the whole day. And cried, and wished this guy was with me. I really love him, and I wanted him to kiss away my tears. I was supposed to call him, but I didn't. I just couldn't stop crying, little silly girl that I am. I went for a long walk. I love him so much. I have never felt so much in love. He called me, and it was good. He was incredibly sweet, to my sorry-ass weirdly crying self. He's too good for me. I want to feel his body next to mine. I don't ever sleep well, in general. I toss and turn a lot. I used to go rock-climbing a lot, and lately one of my dreams was about that. I dreamt that I fell, that I fell to my death. I woke up shaking, and wished he was here with me, that he was holding me. It was late, but I got online and emailed him and told him how much I wanted him, how much I wished he was holding me. And I'm going to sleep now. I know I will have bad dreams, I always do. I want him with me, holding me so close, making the bad dreams go away. I love you, Jon. Miss These?
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