It must be a full moon tonight. I can see the silver rays frame your body. You let out a sigh, snore lightly and turn onto your tummy. I watch your mouth twitch before you stop snoring. It's 3 a.m. You're going to wake up in a few hours and you'll be disappointed to see me asleep. You won't know that I spent almost the entire night watching the moonlight bounce off your skin. I spent all night envying how easily it bathed you in its gray light; how softly the night settled around you. I even envy the air that you breathe. Atleast it got a chance to be you.
However, you're going to be unhappy to see me sleeping tomorrow morning. Sleeping right through your birthday coffee, newspaper and breakfast.
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It's been so long since I last wrote. I want to write about you. I've been wanting to write about you since three hours now. I've been typing and deleting for three hours now. You are so familiar and unfamiliar to me! Like how you communicate your love for me in the way you hug me. But I don't know whether you love me at all.
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Words come easy. They flow like the river, like the sun rays slipping down the sides of my car, like how easily butter spreads over bread. Words come all too easily. But they never come that freely for us. Not even when the wine loosens our tongue. Or when we search for our solace between the sheets.
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You've been wanting to marry me since the day you saw me. You still remember how my hair flowed, what my scent was when you bent forward to whisper congratulations, the way I giggled back a thank you. You remember looking wistfully when my fiance opened the car door for me. You wished you could be the man who stroked my cheek, my back, my arms. You want to be the man who snuggles me in the morning, nuzzles deep into my neck, plants small kisses on my cheek to wake me up. You've been wanting all this for so long that it has became too long.
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It's been 3 years 2 months and 13 days since we've been dating. You say I'm different from the girls you've been with before. You say that I'm perfect for you. I pull you closer to me and give you a long, lingering kiss. You feel my love, passion, care and madness for you flowing through my kiss. You let out a deep sigh and say you usually quiver when you feel this kind of intensity from someone. But I don't feel your quiver. Why won't you quiver for me?
However, you're going to be unhappy to see me sleeping tomorrow morning. Sleeping right through your birthday coffee, newspaper and breakfast.
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It's been so long since I last wrote. I want to write about you. I've been wanting to write about you since three hours now. I've been typing and deleting for three hours now. You are so familiar and unfamiliar to me! Like how you communicate your love for me in the way you hug me. But I don't know whether you love me at all.
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Words come easy. They flow like the river, like the sun rays slipping down the sides of my car, like how easily butter spreads over bread. Words come all too easily. But they never come that freely for us. Not even when the wine loosens our tongue. Or when we search for our solace between the sheets.
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You've been wanting to marry me since the day you saw me. You still remember how my hair flowed, what my scent was when you bent forward to whisper congratulations, the way I giggled back a thank you. You remember looking wistfully when my fiance opened the car door for me. You wished you could be the man who stroked my cheek, my back, my arms. You want to be the man who snuggles me in the morning, nuzzles deep into my neck, plants small kisses on my cheek to wake me up. You've been wanting all this for so long that it has became too long.
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It's been 3 years 2 months and 13 days since we've been dating. You say I'm different from the girls you've been with before. You say that I'm perfect for you. I pull you closer to me and give you a long, lingering kiss. You feel my love, passion, care and madness for you flowing through my kiss. You let out a deep sigh and say you usually quiver when you feel this kind of intensity from someone. But I don't feel your quiver. Why won't you quiver for me?
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love is patient!
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