I loved her because she made me a morning person; we'd wake up and make peanut butter banana toast and have days to spend together before night fell.
I love him because he makes sleeping in until noon feel productive, his soft sleepy breath like an oxygen tank, and when he pulls me close, I no longer feel the freezing air around me. My blanket of yellow and blue flowers isn't nearly as warm as his precious hands, the tapestry he covered the window with blocks the wrong source...
I love him because even at noon, when the sun is directly overhead, beaming its brightest and fighting to be the center of attention, he makes darkness feel like heaven and I swear I could sleep forever.