Thank you for the amazing evening.

I really missed just listening to you talk and go on and on and be happy and contented just looking at you, listening to you.

Thank you for not being sarcastic like how you usually are.

Thank you for making me happy.

When we watched Cloud Atlas on my laptop, and I leaned on your shoulder. And you held me.

No idea why, but I dreamt you'd be gone for 2 weeks.

I had a dream.

Where you were cuddling with me, keeping me safe, keeping me warm.

Where you were mine, and I was yours.

Where I was happy, and I could see that you were too.

It was a foreign room though, one I had never seen before. I wish I could see it again.

It really sucks, dreaming of the good times we had with each other, and then waking up.

I'm not sure how I'd rather you felt about me still.

But I wish you'd just give me a kiss.
Or just a peck on my cheek.
Or just tell me that you loved me.
Or that you still care.
Even a hug would be nice right about now.

It would be the best birthday gift in the world.

I remember lying in your chest, listening to you breath, your heart beating, how I just fell in love with those moments.