February 1, 2018:
I want to wake with her.
I want to feel her fingers in my fingers while she sleeps, her warm breath on my neck.
I love her lotions on the counter. I love her beautiful strawberry blonde hairs in the shower drain.
I want to say "I love you."
I want her to want to be with me and conquer my loneliness.
I want her to move in.
I want her.
Maybe that's a good place to stop.