Our Bed in Open Diary 2001-2018 (Pre-Prosebox)

I slept on the couch last night because you were so mad at me. I told you before that I never wanted to go to bed like that, and you told me if I ever felt that way we should talk it through…and that I can always ask for a hug. I tried to talk it through last night, but I guess the words didn’t come out right. I went to the couch. So very sad. So very uncomfortable. So I crawled into bed with you at around 4 after asking if I could. I asked for the hug, and you wrapped your arm around me. I felt a little bit better last night, but not so good this morning. When I left for work I told you I loved you and meant no harm or disrespect last night. I meant it. You’re still mad, I know. But I wish I could crawl back in bed with you.