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May 2018
I wasn't a morning person before  I met you.
I hated the whole waking up at 6 in the morning for work.
The birds chirping sounded like alarms in my head and the sunlight was bothersome.
But when I met you, i found myself anticipating it.
I found myself anxiously waiting for the sun to lightly caress your ebony skin. I found myself anticipating the feeling that over comes my body every time I see you lying next to me.
I loved the way the morning made you look so peaceful and fragile. I loved how it showed me your vulnerable side.
I loved how your galactic eyes were covered by your long beautiful eyelashes.
The morning complimented you.
When I met you, I found myself loving the mornings.
Written by
Maria Sanchez
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