i see you standing in the kitchen, I catch your glance from the corner of my eye. I see you making breakfast, watch you burn the toast. I hear you laughing, my god you make the most menacing sound. I sit across the room, watch you dance as you attempt to make me smile. But I'm already smiling, a wide grin. I look you in the eyes and curl up my lip in a half sarcastic manner attempting to call you over without using my words. Success. As you get closer I remember your eyes. I stare deep inside, ice cold, in love. You meet me with a kiss, you rest your forehead on mine. It is Sunday, we are happy. You tell me you love me, I let you **** me in the shower. You brush my hair and tell me stories about the nights when I was home alone and couldn't take myself out of bed. I pretend to listen, I pour a drink. These are my happiest days, the ones where I don't wake up feeling stone cold and vicious, the ones where I can go to sleep knowing I am loved and love another.  No unfinished business, haven't cried since you left.