He’d never sleep on the couch, because he just can’t stand not dreaming near me.
He’d say, everyday, just how much in love with me he’ll always be.
He’d say the perfect thing to lift me when I’m low.
He’d always kiss me a second sooner than I’d need it.
He’d hold me close at every appropriate moment.
He’d make love to me passionately, effortlessly, and frequently.
He’d never let me fight with worry, or insecurity.
He’d make certain I was sure, that he is sure, that this is the way it will always be.
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