"I sit here & wonder how my sheets would smile with you wrapped in them.
I find myself wanting to call your bed on days that you're gone and ask what it feels like to have your curves memorized, to have reminiscences of your presence covered all over him.
Then I find myself jealous, because your bed kisses you every night. He gets to hold you when you’re sad & the world just can’t bring you the happiness you see in those novels or movies.
When all I want is for you to just lay here in my bed: bring all your insecurities & flaws. & I’ll show you how to love them, just as I have. (j.f.w.)