My Love 36

I think when you leave I’m going to go back to sleeping late and feeling tired all the time, not getting much done, watching films alone and not enjoying them. I’d like to hibernate away the months you’re not here. I know weekends won’t be enough. I will be cut up every day, despairing in boredom and frustration and paranoia and upset at myself for not doing better. Isn’t that what love is supposed to be like anyway? I am sorry I’m weak. Would you have me any other way?

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