i don't know what makes us tick as people or as organisms or as loversMature

I don’t know what makes us tick, as people or as organisms or as lovers, but I know that when I wake up in the morning you’re the first thing on my mind and you’re the last face I see when I close my eyes and there is nothing simpler or more satisfying than that.  Neither of us is perfect and we’d never damn each other to that sort of ideal, but, darling, you wash away the stains and you stitch up the wounds and you hold me until the fear and the hurt and the sorrow seep out of my skin and onto the floor and then you mop it away like it was never there.

I could not ask for more.

The End

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