Because when you’re feeling something you don’t want to feel, you want to grab whatever sleep you can in a place that’s familiar to you. And somehow, said friend understood that in between those brief periods of slumber where the feeling you don’t want to feel comes rushing back, you don’t want the semblance of being all alone in the world.
Though living together turned out to be the proverbial mold that slowly gnawed away at four years of history, I think of that gesture from time to time. And I think of the nights I spent in her four-poster bed trying to return the favor, to make it better by being near.
That, I think, is love.
[Jam of the Day]: MX Missiles