I remember when I would literally wake up out of my sleep just to say good morning mama. You used to be priority in my phone. Now you're just a memory that won't fade away because my heart longs for you.
I want to sleep with you. I don't mean have sex. I mean sleep. Under my blankets. In my bed. With the window cracked, so it's chilly and we have to cuddle closer. No talking, just sleepy, blissfully happy, silence.