We're living in a den of thieves,Rummaging through answers in the pages.
We're living in a den of thieves,
And it's contagious.
For the first time, in perhaps a very long time, I am feeling as if I have good fortune.
If one is to believe in luck, then they know that they are most definitely lucky if they have experienced the kind of love that I have in my life. It is simply undeniable to know that you are in a good place when your lover -- and your friend -- has their arms tightly wrapped around you. When the both of you wake up for the sixth time that evening (compliments of your noisy neighbours, no less) and, instead of a grumpy exchange, whisper "I love you so much"... Well, you get the picture.
I will openly admit that I am a sap. But, I am a happy sap, none the less.
Nothing wrong with being a sap. I'm a pretty big one myself.
ReplyDeleteDespite me not liking to wake up in the middle of the night, rolling over, hearing you whisper you love me, and getting snuggled makes it pretty damn tolerable.
I love you, beautiful.