save him the world

sheets

I never made my bed until I met you. 

That was one thing you were consistent with, making your bed. You pretended to be upset with me when I tangled your sheets or messed up your comforter. You told me you make it every single day. Sure enough, every time I tip toed into your room, your bed was neatly tucked and smoothed, each pillow in place. 

I never thought a simple task like making my bed would remind me of you, but it still reminds me of everything I adored about you every time. I can hear your words in the back of my mind every. single. time. 

As much as I want to lie in the bed you made,

only you can do that.