Sometimes when I'm lying in bed I become afraid to fall asleep like I always do because of the dark and the noises and it makes me think about how when I'm with you I'm not afraid to do anything. Anything. You made me not afraid to be myself. And I miss how your hand slipped into mine sometimes while you snored louder than me.
Thanks for teaching me that it's okay to be myself, but I still can't hold my own hand while I sleep. Trust me, I've tried.
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