It's repeated in my mind when I think back on you. The sunniest and purest of moments; just laying in bed with you. There are times I've woken before you, I'll admit I've watched you sleep- maybe just for a minute. You are beautiful and, at that time, nothing hurts.
One of my favorite memories: being under my white comforter, heated by dense goose feathers and the sun shines through to lighten your eyes. I felt a little naked when you looked at me that way. I feel over exposed because I feel, nor find, no shadows in my heart.
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