because I can't sleep.

I can't decide if the fact that I can't really fall asleep [on this particular night - the fact that I cannot fall sleep isn't new to me. In fact, it's plagued me most of my life] is because the last couple nights I've stayed up late-ish with Kyle while taking care of him post-surgery or that I'm attempting to sleep alone for the first time in about half a week.

I hate that once I had crawled into bed and was just staring at the ceiling, I felt like I had never had a break from sleeping at home and hadn't just spent wonderful sleep-filled nights at Kyleman's [really, I do sleep better when I'm with him. It's a fact]. I hate feeling like I had never left.

I do, however, love that I have essentially found the someone who I can mean something to [Where-ere-ere-ere is love?] and that I don't want to smother with a pillow in frustration after spending multiple days and nights with. I believe I told him last night, "I'm glad you love me the way you do. I've never had a boy who's loved me as much as you do."

Truth be told, I've never loved a boy as much as I love him or had the love returned.

I'm very tempted to call him and see if he's sleepless too. More than likely though, he's fast asleep.

I'm also losing things apparently today.

I don't know where my iPOD is - even though Kyle said him and Warren couldn't find it at his place, I bet it's either there or in my car.

And I don't know where my phone charger is. I bet it's still plugged into Kyleman's power bar.

Sigh.