so yeah. i think you're home, but i'm afraid to IM you and find out for sure. i'm afraid you won't want me either. that's what always seems to happen, i lose everything, all at once. though last time, i only lost it for a short time. this time, i could lose everything. for good.
i don't know what i have with you, but it seems like a good thing, and it makes me happy.
being curled up next to you makes me happy.
being with you makes me happy. and when i look at you, and see you giving me the same knowing looks back, that makes me happy too.