I fell asleep to the sound of you breathing softly in my ear. Occasionally whispering my name to which I vaguely remember mumbling something incoherent. Curious how falling asleep to the backdrop of your desire can affect the images behind my lids at night. Curious how you can make me forget him entirely sometimes.
Everything done in homage to you and I. Everything said in preparation for the day that there is a "you and I."
I try not to turn this into something trite but the fact remains that with you I am more myself than I ever was in my life. With you I reach those epiphanies you try so hard to reveal to me. (I just never admit it.) (I'd just rather give in to my urges and start a debate.) You see, even the love of my life never brought out the real me. It was only the me that I thought he deserved to see. And so you've set me free. For that, I could never repay you.
Except, maybe, by taking the liberty of signing you up for unemployment.