I Want You To Be My Last Love

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I want you to be my last love because I am so thrilled for the countless mornings we get to spend in the future. Those mornings I imagine waking up to the smell of your morning breath, but we’d still kiss anyway. Those mornings where I imagine staring at your face, sleeping peacefully because you weren’t able to snooze the alarm. Those weekend mornings I imagine waking up to the sight of your sweaty face fresh from biking because I finally dozed off to sleep too tired from all the week’s work. Those mornings I imagine hearing your voice, whispering in my ears saying good morning, and indeed it is a good morning waking up beside you. Those mornings where I imagine staring blankly at the view of the beach, and you’d disrupt my thoughts because there you are in front of me holding our cup of morning coffee. Those mornings I imagine you sending me off to work, and none of us would want to say goodbye because it’s going to be another eight hours apart. I want you to be my last love because I can’t imagine spending life with anyone else.

I want you to be my last love because no one else is going to bring me ice cream after lunch when I’m too stressed with work. No one else will say I’m pretty after messing up mascara under my eyes when most people think those are eye bags. No one else will want to hear me sing songs in the car even when I’m out of tune. No one else will tell me I’m sexy even when my thighs are outgrowing my jeans. No one else will call me beautiful even when I didn’t wear any makeup. No one else will smell the farts I give inside an air-conditioned car. No one else will hold my hand just to make sure I have the greatest dive experience underwater. No one else will hug me in the cinema just to keep me warm. No one else can put up with my bullshit when my mood swings strike. No one else will make faces and steal kisses when we’re in a 3-hour long drive. No one else could make me smile and cry the way you do. No one else can make my heart beat fast and slow all at the same time. I want you to be my last love because I can’t imagine spending life with anyone else.

I want you to be my last love because I am stoked for the nights we will be spending arguing where to get dinner. Those nights we will debate whether we will grab a bottle of beer or go to bed instead. Those nights I imagine myself talking in my dreams, and you just laugh there beside me instead of waking me up. Those rainy nights I imagine you covering me with a blanket and hugging me simply because I am cold. Those nights I imagine us kissing each other goodnight. Those nights I imagine waking up in the morning just to find your hand and hold it tight because sleeping is better whenever I have your hand to hold. Those nights I imagine hearing you say I love you over and over and over again. Those nights I imagine us slowly falling asleep, assured that we’d still wake up in each other’s arms in the morning. I want you to be my last love because I can’t imagine spending life with anyone else.

I want you to be my last love for I have already mapped out my future with you. I want you to be my last love for the colors are much more vivid as long as you’re in the picture. I want you to be my last love for there’s still so much in the world to see, but I want to see them all with you. I want you to be my last love for there are myriads of oceans waiting to be explored, but I want to explore them all with you. I want you to be my last love because I’d give my heart and my soul to no one else but you. I want you to be my last love for I can’t imagine walking down the aisle feeling all so beautiful if it’s not your face waiting for me at the altar. I want you to be my last love because I can’t imagine spending life with anyone else. TC mark

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