He loved me just the way I was He loved me already before I knew him I loved him the same loved him before paths crossed before words stumbled
before our coffee ground romance He loved to come home finding me perched in a chair reading, sipping tea or writing, feverishly
He liked me best in my own element
Today as I sit perched in a chair
reading next to a open window
the breeze playing with my hair
I think about his love for me
and I pretend he's coming home soon
photo courtesy of JcOlivera
xoxox
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