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Day 5. Letter to my life partner

I found a poem I wrote that gets this.... It's called Home

Let's get our own place.
And cook and drink wine.
We'll pick recipes of the internet. 
Our house will smell of yummy things we haven't eaten yet.
We'll sit on the floor and eat of each other's plates.
Or share a plate because we're not done packing yet.
Then we'll make love on our bed. 
I'll make sure we start with that room.
With pretty sheets I picked.
Then we'll lie in each other’s arms.
And I’ll scream eek at your sweat glistened skin that turned me on just a moment before. 
You'll laugh. And we'll talk. You'll fall asleep. Fall into a snore.
I'll get up and write in the study you built for me.
And I’ll fall asleep, books open, laptop on. 
Will you buy me a type writer so I don't deal with the glare on the screen?
I hope you're not mad when you wake up and realise I don't sleep that much.                                   
  When I do sleep, it’s with nightmares and nothing nice.
I hope that you'll bring me coffee in the morning before your shower.
And I’ll make you breakfast and adjust your tie. 
Sometimes you'll come home and dinner will be cold.                                                                                            
 And so will my heart. But please tell me you love me then. So I don't forget.
Because I forget, I really do.                                                                                                                                     
 I forget that you don't like it when I'm passive aggressive or when I buy gifts.
Let's get our own place baby. Let's make it our home.
So I can cook us dinner. And you can pour us wine.

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