-Waking up to his fingers gently tracing the frame of my face, as the electric morning sun beamed through the white lace curtains barely moved by the breeze covering the outside world. With my eyes still closed i'd been awake for a while as he subtly hummed our most favorite melodies while mentally photographing the moment. This was his moment. It was early and the world stood still. I never felt more alive.
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