... Consecutive 9 hours ever experienced.
One of the high points of my life, no doubt. No matter what happens in the future: this, for me, marks the point at which our thing became next-level special. I swear, some kind of bonding mechanism must have been activated that night. (Not to say you weren't always special to me from the very, very beginning.)
Our sleepovers would become an occasional event that we both looked forward to every time. I don't know about you, but I miss them painfully. You asked to sleep with me again the last night you ever saw me... but it was too late then (your Dad's discomfort had finally become too much; haha).
I hope we haven't cuddled for the last time. The thought kills me. Please come back.
R a i n b o w l o o m