It’s been a while
since we started dating.

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By now,
the butterflies have settled.
The jitters have faded.
We no longer blush
at the sight of each other.

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No more secret hand-holding,
no lingering, electric touches.
The racing hearts
have calmed.

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We’ve seen the ugly phases
and the uglier faces.
The unfiltered versions.

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Our likes and dislikes
laid bare.
Arguments one after another,
stacking up.

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We’ve lost our tempers.

Said too much, said too little.

 

Have you ever thought
of giving up on me—
even for a fleeting second?

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You might have.
Yet here I am,
sitting still beside you.

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Watching you sleep.
Drooling—
both of us.

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You,
lost in dreams of me.
Me,
awake,
watching you dream of me.

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Drooling.
Both of us.