I long for love. I want someone who is more then family, someone that is my new family or my beginning lover.
I went someone to help me be happy, other then the family I was born with, I went to be happy with a family given to me.
He carries me over my sadness and lays me on a bed of happens that can’t be forgotten. I look in his eyes each morning seeing happens, even seeing further time that we will have together.
I cook and clean to keeping the house nice. He comes home with hugs and kisses for keeping our home clean.
It come to times where we fight on disagreement, ignorance, and foolishness. If we ever fight, I would forgive him because he gives me sounds of forgiveness and gifts to my heart. We share time together to wash away the pain from fighting, talking to each other finding out why we ever got in a fight, and how we can make sheer it doesn’t happen again.
After all that talking and sharing time together, I fall asleep in his arms hoping the day never ends just like are relationship.