I awoke this morning, after hours of prolonged speech last night about how this can’t be anymore. How I feel unloved, unwanted, ugly and sometimes even on the brink of worthless. But waking up there, in those folds of your arms and feeling nothing but the warmth of our body heat pressed against that flower printed comforter, everything felt okay for a second. We didn’t speak, nothing was said about the conversation we had the night before. The room filled with stillness and a common understanding that everything is now okay. Somehow, falling asleep has woken me up. I am in love with you. With the way you speak and how your hair falls over your shoulders in such a simple way. With the way your breath sometimes smells of sweet Moscato or Jack Daniels, and even on those rare occasions, cigarettes. I am, for the first time in my life, not in love with the idea of a person. I am not in love with someone I think you are, someone I want you to be, or someone that is filling a gap in my heart. I am in love with you, a real living breathing human being that can be picked apart, and dissected and analyzed. That’s what makes things so hard sometimes, the fact that there is more to you than this emotion I am so familiar with, there is life and breath and energy. Thank you.
I love Sam.
It's not a movie kind of love either.
I just look at her sometimes,
and I think she is the prettiest
and nicest person in the world.
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