Color

He makes dark days brighter. Like the sun peeking thru the clouds. A rainbow after a storm. He gives life color, when before it was painted gray. His lips are full, soft. And what my dreams are made of consistently these days. I fall asleep faster when lying in his arms. And I don't hate life anymore when I wake up and see his body turned away facing the wall in the mornings. The soft cadence of his light snores tells me he's deep asleep. And I lie there feeling like the luckiest person on earth. He looks at Frank with adoration, which makes me fall just a little bit deeper. He makes the apartment feel like home; which is the first time it's ever felt that way. He thinks I'm smart, funny, and beautiful. And this is the first time in a long time that I've felt like I am those things. He truly just makes life sweeter. And that's way more than I ever could have asked for.