"We wake up in the morning face-to-face. Well, I wake up. You’re asleep. Your eyes are closed. For a minute I just look at you. I would always start at your hairline then your messy bed hair followed by your forehead, your temples, your ears. Your adorable ears. I reach one hand up and delicately run one finger over your ear. I look down to your nose and the curve above your lip, down to your top lip. The soft parting of them where your breath comes out. Your lower lip. Your chin. Your jawline. I love all of it. I want to soak all of you up with my eyes. I want to remember everything. I want to take a picture with my mind. I look at your neck, your shoulders, your arms. I take you in. I take a deep breath and I smell you. You smell like you in the morning — warm and cozy and a lot like love. This is my favorite time. I mean, don’t get me wrong. I love when we’re awake together, obviously. I love everything about being awake together. But this, right now, when we’re cuddled together, under the covers, me half-asleep and you fully-asleep, is the time I love most. It's quiet, It's simple, It's nice. Let me have looking at your face uninterrupted, run my hands through your hair while listening to you breathing. Let me feel your warmth from your chest. Let me have you. That's the thought I have as I watch you sleep: let me have this, just let me have this."
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