Let's Not Think About It

Date: 1/10/2017

Last night was restless. Despite this, I have a stubborn itch to write. The following is a record of my thoughts on a sleepless night. He's so fucking cute. I love the way his hands curl around his tie when he straightens it. The way he slips the knot exactly where it needs to go highlights his perfection. He claims he isn't perfect. What's perfect? I want him to be happy. I want nothing more than for him to just be happy. I heard him laugh in the hallway today and my tidal waves of anxiety and stressed instantly melted into calm waters. His soft, deep chuckle was like a lullaby. I fell asleep for a while and had a nightmare of a woman at the foot of my bed. When she turned I saw she had been missing her jaw. Upon asking her about her missing half, she signed that I was missing mine too. I don't understand. I don't want to understand. Let's not think about it.