Finally. He finally said it clearly. I'm overly sure that he means it, this time. Like, for good. No more late night texts, never ever again. I feel nothing. Not anything. My brain is empty and everything is silent.
Yesterday, I prayed to God to please just give me one more time to fall asleep being cuddled and to wake up being cuddled. That's all. Nothing else. I said to give me hell for as long as He thinks I need as pay for this huge favor. ...Sometimes, I think He doesn't hear me. I pray, but He's busy. Maybe He hears, but He doesn't act on it! It makes me so sad, but I know that, if He had given me just this night, I would have prayed for more. More falling asleep being cuddled, more waking up being cuddled. Nothing else, I promise. Just his arms around me when I fall asleep. It's just the best thing I have ever felt. Ever.

So the "hon" in my birthday message was seriously my birthday present. Thanks.