HIS WIFE, MY HEART

y through the curtains, pai

stirred

mained calm so he wouldn't wake her up. She faced him as she curled herself beside him; a

d been n

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reg

everything

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cated, not because of obli

because she

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-

, stretching slightly befor

atched her f

whispered, her voi

rning,"

bbing her eyes. "I

look

smil

last time I had this f

-

th silence, just the hum of the fridge, the soft clink of mugs, a

s arms, leaned against

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nder

asn't the chaos

it reminded you what you

-

fia's phone which wa

as M

cked it up. She stared at it for a few

e visiting a friend

said

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eplied. "Y

ed, not by a kiss, but by presence, by intimacy, by quietnes

her was

oser to herself

-

stood by the door

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getting close t

eyes l

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no t

n to think about

ered, "do you think

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him; She then moved forward and rested her he

ust to let her know h

romi

ress

silent

away and slipp

-

t felt void

ped behind; her scent in the hoodie, the coffee mug with her

edge of the bed, f

asn't

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beginning of

beau

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ore exposed than I ev

alked to the window, and c

they had done was

w, it wasn

about