Sleepless nights, Oh how I adore you. Insomnia kicks in and I stay awake for days at a time, pausing only to crash. I have you to blame tessthetyrannosaurusrex, because though I love you with a passion, I feel an incredible amount of duty. This duty remains unfulfilled while I am away.

It is my duty to keep you safe, happy, warm, and a various other things. You miss me WAY too much to be happy… and I know completely that I feel the same. (Don’t take this as me saying I’m UNHAPPY, just not satisfied) Anyways, the idea of sleeping by your side makes me happy. Ever since the idea has come up, I have been unable to sleep, unless I am crashing completely. My body will not physically allow me to sleep while thinking of you.

Luckily for me, I am an insomniac. I say this because when you are an insomniac, you tend to dream while you are awake. Your mind wanders to a secluded place, a quiet zone of zen. You see people and things you normally wouldn’t. Your mind does not focus on the things around you, but instead, the things WITHIN you.

I dream of you all day and night, without sleeping. I hold your heart in my hands, yours eyes at mine, and your body clenched against me like fiery talons, screaming to never let go. Like a vice grip our arms lock around one-another… I haven’t seen you in weeks.

These recurring day-dreams are vivid and real, like that of a prophecy. I feel your presence with me, and luckily for me, it keeps me sane. To see you wherever I am, to feel your presence with me… I can almost look down on you right now as you sleep in your bed, curled up and warm… You feel sick tonight, I know, and I hope you feel better. You’ve missed days of school already, and I think you may miss just one more. Be careful my love, you’ll have to make up all the work. Please don’t make this interfere with our time together.

I’m counting the days, the hours until I can see your face again. Friday night I will be home. Here’s the line-up. I have classes until 3pm. I will clean my room, do some homework, and prepare myself for when my parents will get here. They can arrive anywhere from 5:30-7:30pm. I hope they get here by 6. They’ve agreed to help me move the remainder of my things from my old room to the fraternity house, thankfully. I’m expecting to be out of here by 8pm at the latest. That means, my love, that I will be home by 9pm. I will probably go over to your house around 9, and stay with you (if you don’t mind, that is) and fall asleep with you in my very capable arms. Saturday, all yours… Sunday, all yours. Sunday night, I’d like you to come to my house with me. My family would love to meet you. Things will be perfect. If you stay with me, you will see me until I leave the state again… only to return to the wretched hole that is Pennsylvania.

My love, I cannot sleep without you. I miss you like, ‘insert stupid saying here’… I don’t even care anymore what words have to say. I can’t fit anything together to explain how I feel. Such a mix, no… a MESS of emotions that there is no words for… English is so limited, but its not that the word doesn’t exist. I’m feeling an emotion that does not have bounds, signs, symptoms, or reactions. I feel un-feelable. I am uniquely experiencing the withdrawals of love at every turn.

<3 I love you. Sleep well, my beautiful girlfriend. I will see you again. I promise.