Oh, my precious one. The one whose heartbeat calms me whenever I place my head onto his chest. The consistent thump, thump, thump. It is a sound that I have grown accustomed to over these past months. A sound that I crave late at night when he is sleeping next to me and I have awoken for no other reason but to move closer to him, to feel his soul next to mine. I move past the expanse of bed sheets and blankets, wrap my arm around him and bury my face into his hair. How sweet it is when he turns to me in his sleep-ridden haze, lays on his back and places my head unto his chest. Thump, thump, thump.
And my darling, these months between us have added up.
Tenths come and go and here we are still in love and yet,
it's growing even deeper.
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