Thank you for all the nights when I fall asleep in your arms with your eyelashes soft on my cheek or your heart beating in my ear, when I know I'm safe from all my demons, at least for a little while.
Thank you for all the mornings when I wake to see your face and feel your skin against mine, when your eyes blink open and the sleepy haze clears, when recognition flashes across your features and you smile a sleepy smile and kiss me with chapped lips that soon become soft.
Thank you for all the afternoons when you walk the streets with me linking our fingers together, talking about everything and nothing when it hardly matters what's being said as long as my soul can drink in the music that is your voice.
Thank you for all the evenings when we come home late and fall onto the couch, when you lay across me pressing your face to my chest and sighing in relief as if you've been waiting all day to hold me, when I can trace circles and lazy “I love you”s across your back that you will never be able to read but that I can feel burned into your skin on all those nights when I fall asleep in your arms, with your eyelashes soft on my cheek or your heart beating in my ear, when I know I'm safe from all my demons. At least for a little while.
-Me
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