Nostalgia...

Sounds of pre-recorded fingertips picking gently at guitar strings brought a grin to my face as I opened my eyes for the first time that day. The blinds left white stripes on the shadowed floors as I raised myself to a sitting position on the bed. I was careful not to wake you. Your nose was pointed my direction with both your hands supporting your neck under the pillow. I watched your back slowly rise and descend with your breathing and sighed. A perfect February morning is nothing close to common, especially in these days of uncertainty. I hold that morning close to me, and grow more and more nostalgic everytime I hear the song that welcomed morning. I knew then and know now that I will love you forever. 

xoxo, 

wes.