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The Scent of Him
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love and depression Wake up with my face buried in his chest.
He his still asleep, but I do not mind.
I just slip out, after a second of just being held.
What to do while he is asleep,
that is the question on my mind.
Reminisce on old times,
how we met,
our first date alone,
our first house together,
our wedding day.
We lived really bad lives till we met each other.
He told me a story of how soulmates came to be
on this earth with such high expectations forced onto all by society.
We were both a bit broken,
feeling as if something was missing.
His story mentioned that one person was cut in 2 parts to make soulmates.
when we met, I knew he was what was missing in my life.
He was my everything then,
and still is now after years and years of being together.
I love him more than I ever dreamed possible.
I never knew I could love one as much as I do with him,
nor that I could love something so much that is so silly,
like waking up to the scent of him.
