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Simon
It's still a marvel, waking up next to Baz. He looks beautiful in the mornings- he looks beautiful all the time if I'm being honest- the slightest shaft of light reflecting off his skin (we bought blackout blinds but I always forget to pull them to the bottom), inky black hair fanned out across the pillow. He has one arm underneath me- around my stomach, keeping me close by- and it tightens when I try to move away.
I like that. I like how he wants to have me near him, even in his sleep. I like how his eyebrows furrow and his hand twitches by my side. I like him- I like him so much sometimes it feels like it'll kill me.
But not this morning. This morning I lie still, despite the rumbling in my stomach, and I watch him sleep. I've loved him every single moment I've known him. I've loved him since the dawn of time; I'll love him until the world caves in. And in this moment it doesn't feel like a challenge. There's no monster to fight, no problem to solve. There's just Baz.
This morning, it feels like peace.