His arms are wrapped around at this moment and he's asleep. I stay up to feel him against me because it feels so warm.

when he falls asleep I always apologize to him, I say 'I'm sorry, I wish I were softer'

sometimes he catches me and says that I am in fact very soft... but he doesn't get it.

I wish my edges weren't so rough that they give blisters, that my insides weren't so rough they could scrape knees. I wish I were softer.

He doesn't seem to mind. his arms are wrapped around me and he's asleep, he hates every man that has broken my heart but thanks them for sending me to him.

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