Today's entry is early, as I'm making breakfast for 3. A feeling of warmth settles over me, as I set three plates on the island. A rare feeling of peace, as I walk through the steps. The dryer is running in the other room, the house is quiet save for the low drone of the TV and the light breathing of you. You, the man who consumes nearly every waking thought of me. I want to run my hands through your hair in a gentle caress every moment of the day but restrain myself. I want to grab your face and pull it in for a kiss, but I refrain. I want to take you driving and have you tap tap tap my shoulder to get my attention, just to know you still care enough to try. Not that I think you don't, but each tap fills me with comfort.
Yes, you can be a downright rotten asshole, when you're overwhelmed, because the anger is your go-to, preprogrammed into you before we met, and will take years, decades even to reprogram; I get it. But when you're not deep in your feelings, you are the godsend of laughter, joy, and entertainment.
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