Painted with Love

I’d kill to see your wet towel on the floor, your contacts by the sink. I want to come home to the bed you left unmade, to your worn-out running shoes by the door, your dirty dishes in the sink. I want you to leave dog ears in my books and your scent on my pillows.

Isn’t it amazing what love can render a miracle?

 

Photo Credit: Instagram

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