Please be my last love, for I do not want to spend mornings with anyone else. No one else will appreciate my need to wake up at seven in the morning to catch the news. No one will make my coffee as perfectly as you do. No one will make my eggs soft boiled, not hard. Anyone, but you, would roll over in bed and urge me to whisk away my god-awful morning breath.
Please be my last love, for I do not want to spend afternoons with anyone else. No one else will understand my busy schedule. No one else will comprehend my need to let the birds and squirrels talk to me. No one else will want to express me how their day was in such detail, as if I were reading a piece of flash fiction. Anyone, but you, would tell me “I will see you when I see you” and make sure to fill their tummy up before mine.Read More