Being with you feels right. When you're helping me cook dinner. When you come up with soundtracks for the time we spend together. When we sit on back patios with your family and our friends, sipping IPAs late at night. And even though you've told me that you don't want me to expect anything from you because you don't feel like you have enough to give, you give everything you have without even thinking about it. I'm okay with being alone, I can be okay by myself, I promise. But that doesn't mean that waking up next to you doesn't feel better than waking up alone. I drove home this morning and I'm already counting the days to next weekend. And even though my life goes on even when we're not together, I still look forward to the days we do spend together.