she's snuggled next to me on the couch, her breathing is deep and regular. i can feel how warm she is, how small she is, i can feel her heart beat. her dark curls shine different colors in the daylight. she is soft, sweet, and beautiful...
we had planned to do something this afternoon, something worthwhile, but after i finished the dishes from lunch i found her curled up in possibly the most uncomfortable position humanly possible, snoring like a baby. it became clear that she needed the rest. i put her to bed for an hour only to have her wander back to the couch, she wanted to be with me. even through her sleep, her fatigue, she wanted to be with me.
i feel special...
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precious, Greg.
I love you Greg. I always want to be with you. You give me such peace. Such security. I am really the one who feels special.
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