Small annoyances become bearable; morning breath really isn't an issue. Jumping through hoops for a simple glance is out the window - just like pretending to be someone else. The laughs are genuine and no longer forced. How wonderful it feels to never have a lurking sense of doom lingering about, like you're hanging by a thread with your teeth! That you're walking on glass... for these are situations no longer present. I look forward to seeing you, listening to you, talking to you and laughing with you. You're all I look forward to. The future I see only exists with you in it - you saunter about in my mind constantly, and I’d go into battle willingly for you. If you locked the keys in the car tomorrow, and were stuck in the pouring rain I’d certainly walk to you with an umbrella in hand. The smile might fade somewhat, but inside I’d be elated just knowing you were alright – and that I had the opportunity to take care of you. Sometimes we grit our teeth, and other times we cry, but the dark times are always followed with that sweet silence of forgiveness, and the appreciative clutches that speak about loving you better than any sonnet ever could. In our dimly lit living room, you slept as I smiled down upon you like I do most nights – though you wouldn’t know. Sometimes I touch your face gently, and you stir. I refrain when I can, and retreat almost as quickly as I appeared. But don’t ever feel that I’ve left your side, for as hardened as I am becoming there will always be that part of me that simply says… I love you dearest, I certainly do. Good morning smaggy. xx