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I can't even begin to describe how much I miss the feeling of someone sleeping in my bed with me. Laur and I were talking about things yesterday and honestly, as much of a dick to me as he was- I do miss how things were with Rick. I know I fucked up because he liked me. He liked ME. He liked me enough to talk to my best friends about it. He liked me enough to kiss my elbow everyday after I hurt it falling from his chair in his room. He liked me enough to lay in my bed with me whenever I asked him to. He made fun of me. He ate my poptart crusts. He called me babygirrrrrrl, and I didn't get irritated with it. He told me I was beautiful. And he genuinely did mean it. I don't think I could be anything with him exactly again, but the "situation" we were in was a really really good one.. I just think that he got scared. I wasn't scared for once; that's the thing. I never doubted the fact that things were okay. Apparently I just can't hold onto things...