What a lovely feeling it must be to wake up next to someone who you madly, crazily, ridiculously love and for them to feel the same way about you.
What a lovely feeling it must be to wake up next to someone, and see the sun shining through the blinds, forming little roads on their bare back, the dust lazily dancing around them effortlessly.
What a lovely feeling it must be to wake up next to someone you grow old with, and to feel the same love you did when you were wild, naïve youth.