I love waking up with you, Sam. You feel so good. You smell so good and when I open my eyes and see you laying there so peaceful and serene, I canβt help myself. Iβm usually able to look at you for a few minutes before my body decides it needs to be in you.
Passages in time shall leave timeless evidence in their wake.
We have to wake up. We have to refuse to be a clone.
They dream in courtship, but in wedlock wake.
In the wake of a failed relationship, I'm often flooded with if-onlys.
