I’m Thinking About Burritos

Sometimes in the middle of the night, Paolo reaches out to me in his sleep. In these sleepy scenarios he is either: asking me to hold his hand (which is difficult when you like to sleep with your back against him) or he’ll just place his hand on top of me. Tonight it’s on my hip.

I swear to God, it is the most comforting touch to ever feel in the entire world.

Having someone reach out for you when they themselves don’t even know it makes me feel so needed. Like I actually matter in this big, bad world.

And i know i say this a lot but it’s the best feeling in the world considering how unimportant i used to feel.

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