She tried to get up from bed without waking me up.
But I was not asleep. I was awake all night.
How can I sleep when the woman I longed for so long was just right beside me?
My self-control almost failed me.
Her gentle face, the heat coming from her body, and her lovely scent.
I miss everything about this woman.
"Hey, it's okay. I'm awake," I assured her.
"I'm sorry. Did I oversleep?" she asked apologetically.
I smiled. Thinking how we are like a married couple. Sleeping together. Waking up beside each other.
It is what I have always imagined with her.
"No, I just woke up myself, too," I lied to ease her from any guilt.
"Would you mind if we have breakfast together?" I asked her, hoping against hope she will let me.
I missed having breakfast with her.
I miss cooking her favorites and looking at her pretty face light up as she munched away.
I miss her telling me she'd like me to cook for her for the rest of her life. I'd say I’d love that.
