I want someone to believe in me the way the 10th doctor believes in Rose. 

what am I doing?

Sometimes, when I miss you more than usual, I pull your old ratty t-shirt out of its crumpled place in the back of the closet and I wear it.

I sleep in it hoping for dreams of you. Dreams where I don’t wake up cold and alone, where your arms slip around me for just a few more minutes and your kiss lingers on my breath. 

Call it pathetic, call it sad, but on nights when I miss you most, your ghost keeps me warm.

…Why can’t you be here already? So Soon!!!