You’d say its a shame you could only gaze at it before bed… Made no sense in my head.
Our bedroom had a view of the moon… magic hours were between 10 and 2. Lost on me, but for some reason it always enhanced your mood. Never truly understood you. You would hum, and I can’t say I cared for the simple tune… never ended too soon.
We’d wake up and race each other to the bathroom.
With toothpaste slathered across your grin; we’d stare at each others’ reflection as we brushed our teeth. You had more time than me to get ready, so your face in my space bothered me…
Compromised on the water temperature as we showered together. I’d long for more heat… even just a few degrees. You’d pick out my clothes. I began to forget what I’d bought on my own… Kiss each other…
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