I dream of him--the way he is during those glimmers of happiness. It all seems so easy, so right. But even when it's not those times, I feel him in my heart. It's so full and sure now--a harsh irony in the state we are in. But I can't help it. I love him. He is the treasure that's been under the depths of resentment and stubborness I had. Here all the time. And here now. He is here now with me. I listen to him breathe as he sleeps beside me. I feel his back against me. He is warm, and his shoulder rises and falls against me. Sometimes he nuzzles further into the pillow, nodding his head to nest his ear just so. If I put my head next to him, I can feel his heart in its steady, slow rhythm. That heart I want to fill the way he has filled mine. I love feeling him next to me. I love sleeping with him. I just love him.
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