Monthly Archives: August 2013

Dear Ryan,

I woke up in your bed with you wearing one of your tshirts and you were too warm and you smelled like sleep and morning and bed and my arm was asleep under me and I didn’t have a pillow anymore but you were asleep and I didn’t want to move so I just kept quiet and thought about the way your beard tickles my shoulders and the way there’s no space between your chest and me and how our hands always find each other even when we’re sleeping and I looked at your hand on mine with the chipped pink nail polish and felt you almost snoring in my ear and thought, “This is it.”

I love you, Ryan.

PS. Never take anything for granted. That one perfect moment makes life beautiful. I’m lucky enough to have a man in my life that fills every day with moments like this.

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