I wish you could see how he looks when he wakes up in the morning. He’ll wake up before me and put his arm around my waist and pull me in really close and kiss my head and back of my neck. And I wake up with a smile and he’s smiling too. Smiles so big his eyes crinkle and I’ve never seen eyes so green or happy or peaceful and they always look me directly in my own eyes. He gives me about a million kisses and that’s how I wake up in the morning.
Everybody hates me.
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