Eastenders is ending and the dinner plates decorate the table.
I am faltering, falling asleep in the warmth of your arms, wrapped around me as I try to stay awake.
How long does it take until this doesn’t satisfy me?
I heard that even the brightest, boldest love dims over time,
but I am still blinded by us.
My greatest fear is that I will not be good enough to be grateful for you.
I have spilled so many secrets onto your warm, waiting hands, but I’ve never told you that.
My gold star girl,
breaking bread with your bambi as the blue of your eyes blends into the soft light of the bedside lamp, and life becomes blurred and dreamy.
Let us last forever.
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