the other night i fell asleep with my hand on your stomach. when i woke up it was still there. i watched you, studied your profile as you slept. my hand moved with your rhythm as you drew breath and released it. i loved you at that moment more than i ever had before.it was so surreal for me to be there with you, next to you, sharing that moment with you as you slept. but i knew it was real, knew you were real. because i could still feel my hand on your stomach. you were with me, concrete and tangible, and i believed in you and i stopped waiting for you to disappear.
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