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She nestles her head deeper into her pillow as I prop myself up on my elbow, careful not to wake her, watching the gentle rise and fall of the sheets as she breathes. I'm so lucky to have her. How many people can say that they've found their perfect match? How many people can say they've found anyone at all? She shifts again, turning her head toward me slightly, and I smile. Her eyes are closed; those beautiful beads of enchanting ocean blue hidden from me. I'm so lucky to have her, because she's so beautiful.
The oscillating fan on the dresser turns toward us, tossing a few strands of her gorgeous golden hair across her forehead. I have to fight the temptation to reach over and brush them away: she doesn't like to be touched when she's sleeping. As much as I want to see her irresistible blue eyes look at me again, I wouldn't dare wake her. Her eyes would be full of anger as she told me to “fucking knock it off”. I can wait until morning to see her look at me again, so I leave the strands of hair where they are. She's worth the wait, because she's so beautiful.
Her eyelids flicker: she's dreaming. Her soft lips part into a slight smile as she draws in a slightly more audible breath, then lets it out in a contented hum. I think I know what she's dreaming about. I wonder if it's me she's imagining. It couldn't be Jason. She told me that she finally got him out of her system, and that last Friday was absolutely the last time she'd stray. She'd said that before, but this time I could tell that she meant it. I could see it in her eyes. I know she's dreaming about me. Who else could it be? Who else would be this trusting, faithful, and forgiving? I'll always forgive her, no matter what she does, because she's so beautiful.
I lay my head back down, careful not to wake her, and close my eyes. I wonder if she knows how beautiful I think she is. I try to tell her whenever I see her, but that isn't very often anymore. She's been keeping herself really busy; between work, school, homework, her family, and her friends, I barely get to see her, apart from when she comes home to sleep. But I know that all that is going to change soon. I try with everything in my heart to make this relationship work, and I know that all the fights I've endured, all the lies I've believed, all the neglect, abuse, and the endless waiting will not go unrewarded. Things are going to get better. I just know it. Because she's so beautiful.
The oscillating fan on the dresser turns toward us, tossing a few strands of her gorgeous golden hair across her forehead. I have to fight the temptation to reach over and brush them away: she doesn't like to be touched when she's sleeping. As much as I want to see her irresistible blue eyes look at me again, I wouldn't dare wake her. Her eyes would be full of anger as she told me to “fucking knock it off”. I can wait until morning to see her look at me again, so I leave the strands of hair where they are. She's worth the wait, because she's so beautiful.
Her eyelids flicker: she's dreaming. Her soft lips part into a slight smile as she draws in a slightly more audible breath, then lets it out in a contented hum. I think I know what she's dreaming about. I wonder if it's me she's imagining. It couldn't be Jason. She told me that she finally got him out of her system, and that last Friday was absolutely the last time she'd stray. She'd said that before, but this time I could tell that she meant it. I could see it in her eyes. I know she's dreaming about me. Who else could it be? Who else would be this trusting, faithful, and forgiving? I'll always forgive her, no matter what she does, because she's so beautiful.
I lay my head back down, careful not to wake her, and close my eyes. I wonder if she knows how beautiful I think she is. I try to tell her whenever I see her, but that isn't very often anymore. She's been keeping herself really busy; between work, school, homework, her family, and her friends, I barely get to see her, apart from when she comes home to sleep. But I know that all that is going to change soon. I try with everything in my heart to make this relationship work, and I know that all the fights I've endured, all the lies I've believed, all the neglect, abuse, and the endless waiting will not go unrewarded. Things are going to get better. I just know it. Because she's so beautiful.
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842
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5_1_girly.swf
issue
vol 5 - issue 01 (sep 2002)
section
pen_think