Look,
I’m the girl who wakes up at four in the morning and can’t go back to sleep. Not because of bad dreams, or nightmares, or whatever you want to call them. I’m the girl that can’t go back to sleep because when I roll over, I’m crushed that you’re not there. Because in that moment before I open my eyes, you’re laying next to me, just waiting for me to crawl into your arms. I’m that girl. That’s me. Call it pathetic or call it crazy or call it sad, but that’s who I am.
