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Mornings After
You were lying on your side when I woke up.
I can't remember feeling like this before in my entire life.
Waking up in the morning and just…just knowing that someone else is beside you, to share the entire day with, maybe your entire life with, is frighteningly refreshing.
I kissed your forehead. You wrinkled your nose unconsciously, sighed, pulled the blanket higher as you went back to sleep. I uttered a small laugh before I stood up.
Still, I suppose it's
a good change.
It wouldn't be if I
wasn't smiling now right?
I went to the bathroom
and my reflection in the mirror was the first thing I saw.
There was something in
the man in front of me that wasn't there before. I can't quite
figure out what it is, but the one standing in front of me is
different.
I'm
different…somehow.
Maybe it's that
feeling.
Shrugging it off, I proceeded to wash my face, and went back to the room to dress myself up, but I can't find my shirt. It must have gone missing somewhere here in the room sometime in the events of last night.
Oh well.
I rummaged through my
closet and put on a new shirt even as I continued to stare at you.
Who would have imagined
you'd end up where you are now?
Not me…I dream, and I
have dreams, but I consider myself more of a realist.
Never did it occur to
me that somewhere along the way we'd end up where we are now. It's
one of life's mysterious twists better left unquestioned, I guess.
Standing there, I realized how much everything has changed, since you came. That being a good or a bad thing, I just can't decide…yet.
But, God, I can't
take my eyes off you.
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It was an hour or so before you finally woke up, dressed in nothing but your underwear and my oversized gray shirt. You smiled, and I did too, even if I don't usually smile in the morning. You could say that I never was a morning person, but that has changed somehow. And only after one night.
I don't know what to make of it.
"Hey."
Your smile never faltered even as mine did, and you took a seat in one of the chairs in the cramped space that was my kitchen. "I smell something good."
Again, that laugh. I haven't gotten used to my own laugh. It sounded…amused, cheerful.
"I made breakfast. Pancakes."
"With chocolate chips and whipped cream?"
"With chocolate chips and whipped cream." I confirmed with a nod as I placed the pancakes and two other plates on the small table.
And as I took a seat, you leaned over on elbows, reached out towards me, and kissed me gently on the lips.
Yours is just as soft and as sweet as I remembered them to be.
At that moment, everything that I've felt for you, last night, and the nights and days before that, came rushing back. It was a feeling I can live with or without, but I know that I'd rather have that feeling, have you, than nothing at all.
And I knew then, as I knew countless times before, that my life will never be the same, that I will never be the same, with you.
I don't mind that at all. I'm a changed man.
As our lips parted, I slowly smiled, and told you what I feel for you, have been feeling for you, and will feel for you for the rest of my new life.
"I love you, MJ."
-Fin-