Maybe I'm being tested by the higher powers in my endearments for him.
Unflinchingly, I answered that I'd be his in matrimonial wedlock even with his glaring imperfections.
That sublime and comfortable allure is just unbearably compelling.
Then there was the text that aroused all those quelled notions.
I miss sleeping beside you, talking about us and cold toes.
Catching me before I fell off and holding me tight against you.
The tickles that drove me insane, are now by others who don't posses the same finese`.
Me beneath, you above. That's how you've left me to always remember.
Dreams. The type that linger are sometimes the ones that cause the most mental damage.
I slept an extra hour for you.