I just thought I was getting addicted to Raya last weekend. Now I know I am. I haven't gone any-damn-where without her very much. We've had every meal together, she's fallen asleep in my lap a couple of times—which is incredibly frustrating for painful reasons—and all we've done is talk. It's like I know everything about her, yet nothing at all. She doesn't tell much about her past. In fact, she doesn't speak about anything at all very much. She's mentioned her family some, but nothing past the surface. I know she's close with her family—at least her mom's side. She hasn't mentioned a father, so I assume he's out of the picture, more than likely deceased. Sadly, I don't think I've ever talked so much about nothing and enjoyed it this much. Neither of us have scratched too far beneath the surface, but I like it. In fact, it's my favorite time of the day. Outside of class and necessary errands, we've become inseparable, and damn, it's surprisingly perfect. Both times she fell asleep on me, I thought about just going to sleep with her so I could see how it felt to hold her all night. Like a coward, I chickened out both times and carried her upstairs to tuck her in.
