I love the way you yawn when you just woke up. Even the way you brush your teeth lazily when we do it together; it makes me laugh. I love the way you finger-comb my hair in the morning while saying how loud I snored last night. The way you roll your eyes out of exasperation every time I unintentionally push your buttons is the best picture of you that I have in mind. I love the way we perfectly see the flaws each of us has. I love the way we love.
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Racing Thoughts
PoetryAll the Little Thoughts was the first poetry book that I published here. I tried to submit it to a publishing house, hoping to be considered. Unfortunately, I've received the saddest email today informing me that my manuscript was not chosen. The fi...
