The Worst Part
...Of having a crush is that time just before you go to bed, when you are sitting all alone on the couch.
That time when if you had a partner, he would say "Ready for bed?"
And I'd say "Yeah, lets do it."
And he would take my hand and pull me up off the couch and give me a hug, then we'd split up to turn off the lights, him going to the main switch, me turning off the lamp.
Him waiting till I was beside him before he turned the lights off so that I wouldn't trip over. (Cos he knows that I'm totally clumsy)
Me climbing over to my side of the bed, him throwing the covers back, then pulling them over me and me waiting for him to snuggle in before taking one last look into his loving eyes and switching off the lamp.
Him putting his arm under my head, me curling into his side, head on his shoulder, arm across his chest.
Listening to his heartbeat till I fall asleep.
Waking up remembering that last kiss that he gives me on the top of my head, when he thinks I'm asleep.
I would really like that.
I freaking *hate* getting into my big cold bed all by myself.
Waa. *Heads off to big cold bed all by self*
