Simple Things Make Great Moments

I've always longed for mornings now, unlike the past few years.

Why?

I love the moment waking up in the morning looking at your beautiful face.

Your warmth is bliss.

Your touches are soothing.

Everything about you is wonderful.

And just that simple of a chat.

And coffee?

It may not seem grand, but those moments are simply...

...great for me.

You, me, coffee, and mornings.
Perfect.

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Writing was never my forte until I realized,

I wanted to write.

There is a need of it.

A form of hunger and thirst of it.

Soul food.

Though it's unfolding is no overnight ease.

It's usually slow.

I still fail, bits and pieces.

But the willingness to learn is always there.

The inevitable criticism paired with every story I write.

My past has plenty of stories I chose not to keep anymore.

If most often, I would write about feelings.

Or of inspiration.

Or how corny love is.

Or to whom I am sharing mine.

Or be selfish and write about me.

There is much randomness here.

Sometimes with no sense at all.

Yet, I'm hopeful you may find something worth reading.

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