I woke up with The Ethiopian cuddling me in the middle of the night. We lay tangled up for a few minutes when he quietly said “Please don’t leave me.” I asked what he was talking about and he told me he’d had a bad dream. I reassured him that I wasn’t going anywhere, that I’d be here forever and we quietly fell back asleep. 

I woke up some time in the middle of the night to the sound of The Ethiopian’s laughter coming from our living room. Initially I frowned, angry that I’d been awakened from a peaceful slumber. It was no short burst of laughter, he kept laughing as whatever inspired his happiness was damn good. I felt the muscles in my fave relaxing as my frown gave into something else. There in the dark – I remembered how much I love that laugh, and the face from which it comes. And so, with a smile on my own face, I turned over and fell back asleep.

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You are dropping me off at the metro station but it’s a little bit early, so we decide I’ll sit in the car and wait. We start to joke about tattoos and I pick up a pen and pretend to write on your arm. You playfully push me away, telling me to stop – I love when you say my name with laughter.

I reach up, touch your face and tell you how much I love the crinkles at the corners of your eyes. They are without doubt one of my favorite parts of your face.

When enough time has gone by, I get of out the car and I can see you gesturing but I can’t quite make out what it is that you’re doing. You drive up beside me and roll the window down to ask me why I’m not responding the kisses you’d blown me. I smile, tell you that I couldn’t see what you were doing. You don’t believe me, but that’s okay – we both laugh as I blow you a kiss and you drive away.

You are dropping me off at the metro station but it’s a little bit early, so we decide I’ll sit in the car and wait. We start to joke about tattoos and I pick up a pen and pretend to write on your arm. You playfully push me away, telling me to stop – I love when you say my name with laughter.

I reach up, touch your face and tell you how much I love the crinkles at the corners of your eyes. They are without doubt one of my favorite parts of your face.

When enough time has gone by, I get of out the car and I can see you gesturing but I can’t quite make out what it is that you’re doing. You drive up beside me and roll the window down to ask me why I’m not responding the kisses you’d blown me. I smile, tell you that I couldn’t see what you were doing. You don’t believe me, but that’s okay – we both laugh as I blow you a kiss and you drive away.