Friday

♥ It’s 9:30 on Friday night, I’m 29 years old and I just got out of the bath, put my pj’s on and am going to bed. I feel more like I’m 80. 

It’s been 24 hours since I’ve talked to or heard from him. It’s not the longest we’ve gone- but it’s certainly not typical either. I am refusing to contact him first. It’s killing me.