I blink my eyes open, just open enough to see that it is morning already. There is sunlight shining in through the window, and I can make you out now that it is no longer dark. The sight of you makes me smile. You are resting on your side, facing me; your head emerging from the blankets. Your eyes are still gently closed, and there is that wonderfully peaceful and innocent air to your face. I feel like I am seeing a much younger version of you – the young boy that you once were and that at some point or another craved to feel truly loved.
You open your eyes, and become again the man that you are.
“Hey,” you say in a sleepy voice, before rolling over onto your back and closing your eyes once more.
I snuggle up to you, resting my head near your shoulder, my left hand over your warm belly. I feel happy – I am still so madly in love with you, and being so close to you in the early mornings feels like the most natural thing.
“Thanks for leaving me dinner last night,” I say in a quiet voice. “Oh, and I ate that last peanut butter ice-cream, by the way.”
I glance up as I say this, to catch on your face the reaction I was seeking: a smile. I love to see it – I’m in love with it, your smile.
“That’s okay,” you reply simply.
I close my eyes and find your hand under the sheets. I listen to your breath and let my head be rocked up and down as your chest rises and falls. The light in the room glows brighter, and soon it will be time for us to get up, and get on with the rest of the day.
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