I open my eyes to see you laying there. Your breathing even, your lips parted and I can smell the spearmint toothpaste on your breath. Your hair all over the place and you are snoring a bit. I never thought that I would be thinking this. But I love you, as cliché as it sounds but I do love you. I thought the only woman I would ever love would be my mother. But hear I am laying here in this bed with you. I am not afraid to keep on living, I am not afraid of death but I am more than scared of my emotions. Every single last one of them. I have to except this, I have to except the words that I have to say. I push the bedhair out of your face and kiss your sleepy head and whisper in your ear. "I see you lying next me, with words I thought i never speak, Awake and unafraid, asleep or dead, I love you." I whisper before embracing you like a soilder running to war...without knowing if they will leave alive.
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