Hopes

the way you laugh, or the way you let me give you my love… for ways you have shown me, the doors you let open for me… let me make you morning coffee, and prepare you breakfast, and we’ll laugh about the spilled orange juice that our son did in the back-seat of your favorite car, and you’ll pick me up at the hospital after the end of my long shift, I’ll fix your suit before you go to work, peel you fruits for your reading time and we’ll fall in love forever.

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