one january
eleven : oh-four a.m.

staying up later than usual. being the only girl left, and deciding to spend the night with them.

building pillow forts, fighting for blankets. unanimously agreeing to watch the world's strongest woman competition.

waking up next to the person you love, with his hands wrapped around your waist, his thumbs resting on your hips, and his breath hitting your neck.

driving home with the sun shining. smiling at the other drivers.

the best feelings in the world.

sometimes, i miss it here.