I should be studying for this huge Psych exam I have tomorrow, but I’m in too much of a poopy mood.

My pillow smells like Ryan, he left a shirt here that also smells like him. It’s a whole 2 months before I get to see him again. It’s pretty bad that i can’t stand going 3 weeks anymore and I used to go 11 or 13 months. Everything is just perfect, it’s never felt this real. He bought my plane ticket before he left, and we get to spend our first holiday at his new house together<3

I want my big spoon back. I find myself looking to the passenger seat every time an Owl City song or Taylor Swift song comes on, expecting him to be singing in his girlie voice with me, but he’s not. And last night I got cold when i was sleeping, and instinctively reached over to grab his arm to put it around me, but I found my guard rail instead.

I can’t imagine what it’s going to be like living with him for the whole summer<3