Blog of Billy

I really do love her. I'm really in love with her. All I want to do is hold her in my arms and sleep. I really think she loves me. I really think she's in love with me. I've never felt her so emotionally distant. It's why I think this is a sudden occurance, and less the same thing that's been bugging her for months. She swears it is. I want to belive her, but everything feels so different now. I spend most of the day on the verge of tears. She says that she has been hiding her feelings, but that's never been her strong suit.

We need to get a bigger bed. We're back to sleeping next to one another, but she complains about the heat I produce. She complains a lot. I can understand this one. She sleeps better when she's cold, and I sleep better when I'm warm. We need a bed that allows for both. The current situation is only kind of working.

I really don't like that she doesn't try to make me feel better. She says she wants to be my friend, but even friends look out for one another like that.