I never slept that well next to you. But at least I slept.
Monday, February 22, 2010
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36 comments:
As an insomniac who only gets to sleep easily if someone else is in the room, this really resonates with me today. As always, thank you Iain.
Looove the picture today, Jon.
While you snoozed away, I never even slept when you stayed over, when you were pushing me out of my tiny bed... More than you could know, I'm glad to have my tiny bed to myself again and that I don't have to suffer for what you lazily called "love." I feel I have someone now who will fall sleep with me, and that is worth so much more.
Thanks, Iain and Jon!
I also don't sleep 'well' next to people, but i think if it's the right person you will sleep well. beautiful picture. X
I never slept well next to him, but I'd give up almost anything just to experience one more of those sleepless nights again. Resting my head on his chest & listening to his heart beat all night was worth more than any amount of sleep to me.
I love the way you write :)
Great post <3
And wow...mesmerizing pic.
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I like the way you say just a few words but make them mean so much more.
( P.S. Awesome Pic ! )
I can relate to this 100%. Insomnia is one of the worst things I've ever head to deal with.
Goddamnit, this sums up my feelings right now so well. We've been apart for over a month now but getting to sleep each night is still such a struggle :'(
I need to expose a chiropractor.
If I could just dream of you next to me...
Contact the state Medical Board
Beauty.
already being done
thank you, thank you, thank you for this.
This one, beyond a doubt, was written for me. Or him, rather.
I've been following your blog daily for about a year now, and this photograph is by far my favorite. Outstanding composition.
This blog is Christian Terrorism.
I started the day reading this and felt completely irrelevant.
I ended the day feeling exactly like this.
He can be grumpy when he's tired and he snores, loudly. I'm a late sleeper, (sleep & wake up late) he's an early riser. He knocks out the second he hits the bed, I am restless for about an hour. Even still I can't imagine anything better or more comforting than falling asleep in HIS arms.
P.S.- LOVE the picture!
remember when you would fall asleep on my chest?
honestly i was never able to do the same. but now i miss it.
things are fading so fast
Some sleep is better than any.
Now that i sleep alone, i sleep great...
I miss you.
Takes my breath away, like beauty in its simplest, untouched form always does......
Iain, you nailed this one today. It took the breath out of my chest.
I never slept because I knew I didn't belong there.
I love this one.
That is where I want to be. That is where I belong.
this is chilling.
I wish you were awake to listen to the whispers made for your ears, only.
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