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Okay, so I found this interesting poem and I just cried. This is just so ♥.

It’s six am and I want to be lying next to you

With our hands locked together

And legs intertwined.

I want your face buried in my neck

And I want to listen to you breathing.

I want you to wake up and tell me

“I’m so tired”

Because I want to whisper

“go back to sleep”

And I want to hold you tighter when you do.

I want to lie in bed alone with you

In the comforting quiet of the early morning hours

And maybe read a book while you sleep.

I want to be simple with you.

And I want to be whatever you need me to be.

We were the perfect game to play, now we both lost.

I fell in love with the morning, how you stumbled out

of bed when you first woke up.

And how your eyes groaned with exhaustion.

The way your hands grasped my hipbones while your lips

Stole the ending of my sentences.

Everyday with you felt like a month of Sunday mornings

with dark bed sheets and lazy smiles.

That same morning, I fell in love with the coffee shop down the street, and the way you asked for two sugars, but you

actually meant three.

The walk home from your house made me remember what Monday mornings feel like.

Somewhere in between falling in love with our midnight conversations

that were exhaled and interrupted by deep breaths and tea stains,

reading the love notes you had written on my flesh,

I realised I am in love with the presence

of your words

And the feel of your existence.

But I am not in love with you.