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She's asleep next to me.
It's cold and quiet outside, but she makes the room warm and comfortable.
The sound of a cello reel drifts in from the next room-- a lullaby.
I steal glances at her while she sleeps,
a stange warm tangle in my chest tells me I'm glad she's resting.
love of some kind pushes a smile across my lips,
something that not much else had achieved that day.
She dozes the evening hours away,
bringing warmth and comfort to a room that would feel lifeless without her.
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"love of some kind" is so ambiguously sweet. The uncertainty of what kind is sad, but knowing that you love her in some way is comforting.
platonic or romantic, I hope she loves you too.
ReplySounds like home to me. ❤️
Replythis is beautiful
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