Us
I love him and he loves me
This was not a conscious decision, you understand
This is an understanding that his heart has with my heart
I understand him and he understands that I like to sleep in on Sunday mornings. Wasting the day he would say.
He is a morning person.
He likes my smile
He says he has never seen a smile like mine.
He will try and make me smile when he knows I’m angry. Like when he has left the TV on too loud and it has woken me up.
He thinks I’m funny when I’m angry.
We argue, I would say, less than we used to. We argue about whose turn it is to go and get chocolate.
I always win.
I think he would do anything to make me smile. Which isn’t a bad thing.
I never imagined I would love someone the way I love him. But I do, and now I could never imagine my life without him.
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We are children;
Our secret to being happy.
Copyright © Natasha Wright | Year Posted 2013
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