Category : Diary/Journal

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I've grown to love our calls at night.
Those moments just before you fall asleep, exchanging soft hums and occasional little grunts, like a wordless conversation I'd never get tired of. 
Every now and then I would hear the shuffling of covers and movement, as well as the steady ticking of your clock in the background. Sometimes I get to catch you quietly mumble, and it's seriously the cutest thing in existence. Gentle, rhythmic breathing in my ears almost making me want to crawl into bed and do the same, wishing it was yours. 

Waking up to it is my favorite part. Regardless that it's barely two in the morning -- my eyes haven't cracked open yet, and still have a bit of drool on the side of my mouth -- but your voice gets to be the very first thing I hear, and God, 

you don't know how much it makes my day.