You were asleep and that last thing I wanted was to wake you. Because I know how it feels to be tired. You’re so cute when you’re tired. I’m not tired anyway, I’m haggard. You’re probably dreaming of me and have a tiny, sleepy smile on your face. I can see it perfectly. You’ll wake up with your hair all mussed and text me something romantic. I’ll smile and my ears will get pink and I’ll call you perfect. Then we’ll argue over who’s cuter and who’s more perfect before we agree we’re perfect for each other and that’s all that matters. 

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