A Sunday Kind of Love

How do you say to some one that you want to be their Sunday morning and not just their Saturday night?

What I’d like to say is, “I want to be your Sunday morning like breakfast in bed. Or sleeping in and doing brunch instead. I want the slow strokes of familiarity and not the hurried frantic frenzy you’ve doled out to other folks.” ¬†Instead I smile and answer, “Nothing,” to your question of, “What are you thinking?”love1

– an excerpt from an unfinishedproject.

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