Thirteen
I know we agreed to take time apart, but I had to let you know I miss you already. It’s only been six hours. How screwed up is that?
Think of me when you dream.
-Nate
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Your laugh is my favorite thing about you.
-Nate
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For the record, your dick and your ass are tied for second place.
-Nate
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You looked smokin’ hot in my t-shirt this morning.
-Nate
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I was thinking about you last night. It wasn’t even in a pervy way either (I’ll save that story for another note).
It was that time your parents were out of town and we had the whole house to ourselves. It was the first time that had happened since we’d started sneaking around together.
I was thinking of the joy on your face, the weight that was lifted off your shoulders, the happiness that shined out of you. Man, I miss those simpler times.
But just know, I’m here for the tough ones too. Hell, I’ll hold on even tighter through those.
I miss you.
-Nate
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I finally started watching The Office.
There goes the weekend.
-Nate
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No, seriously—I’ve been watching for sixteen hours straight. Netflix probably thinks I’m a robot or some shit.
-Nate
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You had a piece of cheese stuck to your chin all throughout dinner tonight. You’re welcome for not telling you sooner.
-Nate