Yeah, well I'll tell you something, I think you'll understand.

I'm not really a sentimentalist. But for once, it's nice to fall asleep grinning into your pillow.

(It's driving me crazy that you're not online when I am. I can't talk to you that way.)

Maybe I'm imagining, or over-analyzing, but there was a shift of posture at the end of the night that I didn't anticipate and all I can say is... damn. I wish I would've known (I would've obliged.)