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Sweetness…
Sweetness is laying in bed with him on a Sunday morning, and waking up first to admire the sunlight draping over his body. Sweetness is me making tea for us both as he cooks us breakfast. Sweetness is making small talk at the table as we eat. “How was your day yesterday?” “It was good. Though I’m happy to be home with you.” Sweetness is sitting in comfortable silence in the living room as we do our own thing for the rest of the evening. Sweetness is…
Sweetness is him.
I wasn’t a fan of sweetness, at first. Growing up to be a bitter person myself, sweetness scared me. Scared that if we mixed it would turn sour. So everytime, I turned away from the sweetness that my friends, partners, family, everyone, gave to me. And in turn I gave them bitterness, and that only ended up with me being all alone.
But then I met him. By some miracle he came into my life, of course things weren’t smooth at first. We were both people closed off to the world, a world that only hurt us. We bumped heads, not really understanding the other. I, of course, lashed out with my bitterness again, but yet despite that he didn’t seem to turn and run. By some chance we started to get closer, get to know each other more. What was only supposed to be a little trip for coffee turned into a weekly outing. And then those outings turned into dating. And dating turned into boyfriends.
Yet here I lay, in our shared bed. Watching as the sun rests upon him. Thinking about how sweet he is. I feel myself smile, I’ve been smiling a lot more since he came around. I never realized that until now. I’ve been happier, not stuck in a rut anymore. Before everything felt dark and suffocating , but now like the room it's all bright and airy. I feel like I can finally breathe now that I’m with him. I do wonder if he feels the same, I think as I caress his face, if I taste sweet just like he is to me. I wonder if my previous bitterness adds a bit of a kick to it as well. I know I’ll most likely never be fully sweet, not like him. But I’ll be satisfied with being bittersweet instead,
“Arthur…” I hear my name called, snapping me out of my thoughts. I turned my attention back to him, he was still asleep, and yet my name softly fell from his lips. My smile grows. Yes, I do think he may think of me the same in some way. I doubt my name would come out sounding so sweet if he didn’t. Never thought my name would ever sound so nice. So used to it being called with anger, or annoyance behind it, sometimes even disappointment.
I let out a sigh, not a bad one, of course. I feel myself relaxing more into the mattress when I do so. My fingers lightly twirl the hairs that laid against his forehead, playing with them as I close my eyes again. I could just fall asleep like this, andI might’ve until I heard him start to stir. When I opened my eyes again, they were met with beautiful blue eyes staring right back at my own.
“Good morning.” I say.
“Guten Morgen." He responds with a yawn. “What time is it?”
“Well it’s light out. I haven’t checked the time at all since I’ve been up.”
“How long have you been up?”
“Only a few minutes, Love. Probably ‘round 4 or 5-ish minutes.” He hums, closing his eyes again before he starts to get up, a groan escaping him as he does. He turns his body to look at the clock on his night stand.
“It’s 9:32.” He says turning back to me.
“Wow! The latest you’ve been up! Whatever shall you do?” I chuckle as he gives me a look. But a small smile forms on his face letting me know he isn’t really mad.
“We should have breakfast, is there anything you’d specifically want?” I shake my head.
“Anything you make will taste sweet to me.” Another weird look, but he doesn't say anything else, just a low chuckle before he gets out of bed. Maybe sweet wasn’t the best descriptor to use in that sentence, but oh well. From the bed I watch him, he quickly gets dressed into a casual outfit he set out the night before. I watch as he takes a comb, running it through his hair a few times until he’s satisfied, and then he turns to me.
“You coming?”
“Hmm… yeah. I’m coming.” And I sit up. It’s time to face the day. But my eyes turn back to him, I can’t help it, I can’t help but admire him, I want to admire him.
“Are you coming Arthur?”
“Yeah, yeah I’m coming, I’m coming.”
He’s just too sweet.