This is hard. 

This is fucking hard. 

  Trying to get Naomi out of my head is hard. I've tried and it's been over a week since we last saw each other. And the farther I tried to give her space, telling myself that she needed time with me, the more I craved her, the more I couldn't stop thinking about her. No day goes by that I don't think about her. She's becoming a distraction and I don't like that. 

  I can't get the image of her in my bed that Sunday morning out of my head. Wearing nothing but my dress shirt as she sleeps like a baby. She...