Sleeping Beauty,
sleep tight. I love you. and I know that probably doesn’t mean much on paper. but it’s true. I’m sorry I can’t find three less cliche words to describe this. I love you.
Tom
To say the least, I awoke with a smile on my face. Different.
As soon as I saw Tom I stood up on my toes to give him a light and sweet peck on those flawless lips of his. I kept myself there to mouth ‘i love you’. Our eyes locked and fingers tangled murmuring secrets against each other’s lips, I knew. Today I was different.
Maybe not perfect, or completely put together again, but… better. Nobody looked at me different, or said anything, but Tom knew. It was written all over his face. He was cautious with me. Careful to not do anything without looking at me straight in the eye. And every time I found it extremely cute.
Today, I was the one who was rather romantic. I couldn’t stop moving, smiling.
Tom may not understand the person deep inside of me. Someone I don’t even get. But he did understand Ashley.