Sometimes I just lay here. Thinking of things that make me happy.
Waking up to those beautiful eyes that are not yet conscious of the outside world. Considering I always wake up before you. Falling asleep with your arms around my waist. Considering you say I’m the only one you enjoy cuddling with as you drift into your sub-conscience. Aimlessly driving around, singing our lungs out. Considering you’re the only one I can comfortably do that with. Disputes over the little things. Considering we both care so much. Your good morning kisses. Considering they wake me up faster than coffee ever could. Your good night kisses. Considering they make me sleep easier than any pill ever could. Telling me you love me. Considering I never long to hear those words from anyone else.















