Previously ;
I'm first to rise each morning, showering to the tune of her two-step with the alarm and its snooze button. She hates to talk in the morning. She turns gruff, lots of nodding and mmm-hmm's. There was a sweet spot in the timeline of our relationship when she was comfortable around me but not that comfortable. She would force herself to be social, fully awake, fully assuming the mask she would wear all day. A Normal Person. When this stopped, when the silence fell, I panicked. I thought we were through. Until I realized our nights had changed as well. Her touch, her kiss, the way she wrapped herself around me and tucked herself into my embrace like a Lego brick snapping its way into the final, perfect product. This was love.
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