I'll keep stealing, breathing her

The ache has never felt this prominent. The morning feels so long away.

Like a masochist, I imagine that someone is living their own soft pillow love story as I lay here alone. While I mope and yearn, there's a person finding another person's hand in the dark, resting their hand on the place that their shirt rides up, and apologizing for disrupting their slumber. They are learning each other, all for the first time.

It's beautiful. I feel like an intruder. But I can't help but greedily peek into their private bubble.

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Or, a really REALLY soft and sweet story of two people finding each other in the dark of a candlelit room.
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This is lowkey (?) inspired by "Naked as we came" by Iron & Wine which is a super cute song about pure and bare love.
Link to song: https://open.spotify.com/track/1lUdXbhl6u6QMQZRTAhlWW?si=061cff59c05b4d4a
Sidenote: it starts from the pov of someone lonely as shit and then they basically picture someone else's love story to feel better so if that's confusing then sorry