You know you’re in love when you’re laying in bed close to tears because you miss him so much and he’s the only one who can ever make everything better, just by being there. His touch, his kisses, his breath down your neck, him. Not saying a word, just cuddling. It’s depressing knowing he’s so close to your heart, yet so far from your grasp at the same time, but still have in mind that you would do anything for him to be there. That’s how you know, you’re in love.