Even as I climb into bed, a little part of me thinks, maybe you'll be right outside my door and this was all just a joke; you didn't forget about me you were just buying time to surprise me. It's the same little part of me that clears a path from the door to my bed in case you come in after I've fallen asleep, so you don't trip over my puzzle.
And there's another little part of me that hesitates to admit this because I feel like you might see it and think I am weak for it.
