Watching Her Sleep
Ethan
Her eyes are drooping and I know she's about to fall asleep. It isn't the first time I've stayed on one of our Facetime calls as she drifts away into dreamland. I wonder if she dreams of me the way I do of her.
I wonder if these moments we've spent apart have affected her the same as they have me. It's only planted her more firmly in my heart than she was earlier. As much as I hate that we haven't been in the same room in thirty-four days, I love it just the same. Every single day we've talked and gotten to know each other better.
She's unapologetically not perfect and it's one of the things that I like most about her. Liv doesn't care if I see her without makeup or her hair a mess. She's comfortable in her own skin, with who she is. And given how badly her las
