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Makai
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Ocean and I didn't exactly get out of bed for much on Sunday. We made food and ate it, took care of necessities, and then went back to bed with each other. I have to say that it was quite the pleasant way to spend our time. And Ocean seemed to agree. Plus, we had to get as much time together as we could, since he was going home tomorrow after school.
When Monday morning did finally roll in, I could tell that we were both feeling a little depressed about it. It was like we had actually been living together, now we were splitting up, and he was moving out. Why did it hurt so much just to think about him not being here with me every night?
I mean, was it so bad to want him here with me? Wasn't I allowed to be a little selfish from time to time? Dammit, why did he have to go home?
