How could something that took so long and that was so difficult to aquire, be this easy and effortless with you? 

 

It doesn't seem real at times. Every morning lying in bed next to you, watching you sleep, it feels surreal. But surely, there you are in the morning - the texture of your skin, the shades of your lips, the shape of you nose, the constellation of birthmarks on your body, the mischievous strands of curly hair rioting on the top of your head.

 

My bed is small, but not as small as my bathtub, yet we fit. We fit perfectly.*