I love love. Love makes me happy. Happiness is waking up in the middle of the night, and feeling the heat of my lover next to me. I see him in his most peaceful, innocent, and vulnerable state. He breathes as though the weight of the world lays on everyone else's shoulders but his own. I smile, kiss his face in the most gentle manner, careful not to wake him. I turn back around and an involuntary grin forms on my face. I feel an arm wrap around my waist, and I know it doesn't get any better than this!
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