My eyes opened slowly, and I realized it morning.
I woke up first, and I was still in his arms with my head resting on his chest in that same little spoon position. I like it tho.
His chest was against my back, and his arm was heavy across my waist. Very possessive like he owns me, even while he's sleeping.
I didn't move. I didn't want to break it. Another morning starting with us waking up together.
But this one felt very different. Heavier somehow, like something between us had shifted but I definitely don't know if what shifted was something good, or bad.
Last night's conversation was hanging between us, still there, still heavy.
"I've accepted I'll never be THE ONE."
The words still echoed in my head. And they stung me like fresh cuts.
His breathing was still deep and steady ag
