Sunday, February 8, 2015
I open the door, and I see you sleeping. I walk to you - slowly, silently. So you don't wake. Ah, your eyes are closed. So pretty, so peaceful. I hear a strange sound. You snore. I giggle. Oh, how I love you. I touch your cheek - the color of peaches. I lean forward, and kiss your forehead. "Goodnight, dear." I adjust your pillow in the perfect position. Then I leave the room and close the door.
But just before, I look at you. Still peaceful, still pretty. Don't blame me please. You told me to choose. And you're not it.