Love letter # 21
Heaven is made up of ordinary treasures – like your breathing as you sleep next to me – like the scent of you in the darkness.
You are the one.
This must be what miracles are – under this roof with you. I feel the warmth of your skin – your nearness like opium. I can scarcely believe it.
You are the one.
I came here to shiver – to surrender – to wake up in your presence. I am the lucky one.
And you are the one.
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