Last night while in bed we had an argument. I was mad, he didn't help the situation and so we both felt incomplete. Unhappy. Soiled. After trying to make up with me and being rejected, he left our room. Our bed. He went downstairs and laid on the couch I suppose. Eventually he came back to bed and once he did we laid there until we fell asleep. We didn't make up. We didn't talk. We just laid there. Two bodies. Disconnected. Hurt.
This morning before he left for work I stumbled down the steps to wish him a good day. The night before, although not wonderful, was behind us. The day was ahead of us. I didn't want to carry the argument over. I wanted it to be over. I wanted to tell him that I love him. That I was sorry. As I walked down the stairs he was standing and looked at me. When I got to the last stair he greeted me and reached out to me for a hug. "I want a romantic kiss...I don't care what your breath smells like..." he whispered in my ear. I smiled and gave into his request.
I was broken but that kiss repaired me.
We choose to be together every single day. Because that's what it is. It's a choice. I don't want his lips to be foreign to mine. I need him to get through each
Go kiss your lover.
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