Jess
07-25-2013, 02:30 AM
In the story you have been writing of your life, you said you could never wake up every day with the same person and not be Mrs. Grumpy Cat.
So I had to make some editorial changes...
This morning, not unlike the majority of mornings for the past year, you slowly let the day in between your sleepy eyelids and stretched out to meet the day. You gingerly parted your lips with a sleepy utterance of "good morning". Your arms opened as I leaned in for a kiss, already sweaty and rushed from my morning battery of pre-works chores. You allow yourself to meld into my embrace and curl your body into a perfect silhouette of my curvature.
This morning, not unlike the majority of mornings for the past year, you whimper your displeasure when I must leave. It tugs at my wanting as I pry myself away.
This morning, not unlike the majority of mornings for the past year, I breathe in deep gratitude as I close the door behind me whispering any last reminders for the day and secretly chuckling, knowing I will have to call you later to remind you of the reminders. I drive to work in contentment from my waking up blissfully with the girl who hates everyone before 10 am.
This morning, not unlike the majority of mornings for the past year, I see your radiant smile when my eyes close and I take a break after my first meal service of the day. I check my phone and if there is not already a simple note from you, I send one.
This morning, not unlike the majority of mornings for the past year, I find myself learning new ways to care for myself. To care for you. To help continue building "us". This morning... I work, I pray, I have faith in our tomorrows.
I love you my dark angel.
Always...
Yours
(f)
So I had to make some editorial changes...
This morning, not unlike the majority of mornings for the past year, you slowly let the day in between your sleepy eyelids and stretched out to meet the day. You gingerly parted your lips with a sleepy utterance of "good morning". Your arms opened as I leaned in for a kiss, already sweaty and rushed from my morning battery of pre-works chores. You allow yourself to meld into my embrace and curl your body into a perfect silhouette of my curvature.
This morning, not unlike the majority of mornings for the past year, you whimper your displeasure when I must leave. It tugs at my wanting as I pry myself away.
This morning, not unlike the majority of mornings for the past year, I breathe in deep gratitude as I close the door behind me whispering any last reminders for the day and secretly chuckling, knowing I will have to call you later to remind you of the reminders. I drive to work in contentment from my waking up blissfully with the girl who hates everyone before 10 am.
This morning, not unlike the majority of mornings for the past year, I see your radiant smile when my eyes close and I take a break after my first meal service of the day. I check my phone and if there is not already a simple note from you, I send one.
This morning, not unlike the majority of mornings for the past year, I find myself learning new ways to care for myself. To care for you. To help continue building "us". This morning... I work, I pray, I have faith in our tomorrows.
I love you my dark angel.
Always...
Yours
(f)