And I wonder if I ever cross your mind.

Do you know the days that you just wish someone was laying beside you? I don't even need him to be touching me, just to know he was there would be enough. 

Most nights number twelve would squeeze me so tight I couldn't breathe (I flail a lot, it was justified) but sometimes he would let me free and we would hold hands or he'd just put his hand on my hip so I knew he was there. If I got really lucky he'd lay close enough that if I moved I'd definitely know he was there because he was that close but if I didn't move I just knew he was there right next to me.