Sleep.
I roll over and make sure I’m touching him somewhere. My feet, his chest, our hands. I don’t care where, I just need to know hes there and everything is still real.
The bridge from sleep to awake fullness always makes me nervous but when I feel him beside me it never sways.
(Source: notjustanotherteen)
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