I hate waking up on Sunday morning's alone. It makes me sad and angry but mostly disappointed in myself that I WANT someone to wake up with. Someone to laze around with. Someone to watch t.v. with. Someone to tickle. Someone to tickle me. Someone to talk to. Someone to make love to. Someone to make breakfast for me. Someone to make breakfast for.

I want to lay in bed with my head on his chest. Leg draped over his. Arm resting on his stomach while I trace circles on his skin. And I want to share this with someone I want to share this with and I want to matter to him as much as he matters to me.

I don't want to look for him. I want to stumble upon him. Like when you discover a $10 bill in an old coat or a roll of old film. I don't want to settle and I don't want to compromise. And I want all if this to happen last fucking week.