
The honeymoon phase is not over for me. I still want to make out with you in public, fall asleep on your chest, giggle when you grab my ass, and always be touching you. 

But you have moved on, you’re comfortable now. You just want to give me a peck on the forehead, sleep cuddling your pillow, and brush up against me accidentally. 

I’m coming to terms (and by coming to terms I mean sobbing after you fall asleep), that if you were to ever do those things again, it’ll be to another girl you’ve fallen in love with. 

I’m not ready to be touch starved while living with my boyfriend.