'Goodnight darling.' 'Goodnight angel.'

So I do believe I scared him as if I haven't already scared him witless in these past 4 months.

Last night we were talking on the phone, lazy late night conversations have become the norm for us. When we don't have things to do in the morning we'll stay up till 2 am just chatting about everything and nothing.

It was around 1:30 in the morning and I was feeling particularly tired and really down on accounts of fearing the loss of a good friend of mine and I spilled something that I'm worried freaked him out.

I told him that I was scared that I'm starting to depend on him too much. And he was quiet for a very long time then made me explain. Which was cringe worthy. We changed the subject and talked for another 45 minutes before admitting exhaustion.

I had trouble sleeping. It isn't that big of a deal, I'm aware of it. But really, if he were to go away I would be really alone. It's not a fact of needing to be with something, it's the fact that he's the only one who has been willing to stay.

So I sit here, wrapped in his ugly hoodie that I adore, pondering the meaning of words. I either say too much or nothing at all.

Giving Up -Ingrid Michaelson

Look that song up, really, it's that good.