Louis didn't wake me up today. I had to wake up on my own. I stretched my hand across the bed expecting to feel a skinny boy, but I felt nothing. He was downstairs sleeping on the couch. Why is he drifting away. I feel lost without him next to me.
"Louis, love. Why did you sleep downstairs?" I hope he will answer me honestly. He won't.
"Fell asleep right here. Sorry." I don't remember going upstairs alone.
"It's alright love. Just missed having you lay with me." I sat next to him on the sofa, and he rested his head in my lap. I love the feeling I get when he's near me. It's like i'm on a roller coaster that never stops going up.
I just hate how the rest of the world can't see it.
