In Her Shoes
She woke up before he did. They slept facing each other. Shadows of the waving curtain played on his handsome face. She tucked wisps of his hair behind his ear and kissed his forehead.
“Good morning, love.” He opened his eyes, smiled at what he saw.
“Good morning, love.”
She moved closer to him. Where it was warm and inviting. The bedsheets were always cold in the morning. He was like her personal furnace during the cold days.
He pulled her closer to his chest.
“I don’t want to get up.” He said sleepily.
“You have to. You can’t be late.”
“It’s hard waking up when I’m with you.” He said and hugged her tighter. She took his hand and kissed it. He did the same to hers.
“Why am I so in love with you?” She stared at him. She has asked that maybe a thousand times.
“I ask the same thing everyday.” He replied.
“So this is what it’s like, to be in her shoes.”
The sound of two hearts breaking in the very same room was so loud, but only they can hear.