It’s midnight here in California and my super wonderful boyfriend is in Hawaii. I really want some snuggles right now and the only warm thing available is my cat, who sheds everywhere and wouldn’t sit still for more than a minute before sinking her claws into my thigh anyways. I should be looking for some more stock photos for a book cover I’m designing for a client but instead I’m listening to slightly terrible (though throughly enjoyable) pop music and sighing wistfully whenever a red dot pops up on my Skype chat.

I guess I never thought I’d become so attached to someone that only a day apart seems so terrible, but it’s not a bad thing right? It’s not that I’m less independent or strong than I was before. It’s just that I have someone to miss now, and for once, it’s someone I know feels the same way. It’s different and new and just a bit frightening. I’m always embarrassed to admit these things now that I’m no longer a silly pining teenager. 

But fuck it! No one reads this damn thing anyways so there you go. I really want some cuddles right goddamn now and I’m listening to fucking Colbie Caillat. I really miss my boyfriend, who is amazing and adorable and awesome at snuggling. Be jealous, world. You wish you had this.