Some days
There are some days that I wake and look over to the empty side of the king size bed and wish, deeply wish, I had someone to wake up with. A morning kiss, a chest to put my head on, arms wrapped around me, a whisper saying "I love you ". There are mornings that I know, love is just around the corner and other mornings I feel my time for love has passed.
So I snuggle, deeper down, into my warm blanket and tell myself that love is here, it's just not ready, it's still waiting for the perfect time. I close my eyes and remember when I felt most loved, most alive and most me, the few mornings I woke in his arms, the one that might never be. I hold on to that, knowing that at least I was loved, even for just a short while, I was loved.
So I snuggle, deeper down, into my warm blanket and tell myself that love is here, it's just not ready, it's still waiting for the perfect time. I close my eyes and remember when I felt most loved, most alive and most me, the few mornings I woke in his arms, the one that might never be. I hold on to that, knowing that at least I was loved, even for just a short while, I was loved.
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