The eighty-first thing I love about us is waking to nothing but the faraway noises of morning and your soft breaths sounding peacefully beside me.
When I'm not being all snorey you mean!
I am crazy about you! Also, you need to blog here again soon because the more of these posts that pile up in a row from me, the more you...
When I'm not being all snorey you mean!
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