He was so beautiful, almost angelic when he slept. Almost like a dew drop resting on a leaf after a rainy morning. I liked watching him sleep. But he smells like her though. Not to mention, I've also read the "goodnight baby" messages he sent her. But its ok, because he's so beautiful when he sleeps.
He always kisses me on my right cheek before he leaves to work. He has his breakfast & always gives a word of advice to our son before he steps out of the door, he loved him a lot, almost as much as me. Its Tuesday today, I know his meetings get over early on a Tuesday but he always comes home late. I hear the car rolling into the parking space. He's home. He kisses me again on my right cheek while I'm sound asleep & I can't help but notice her perfume on his shirt. She smells really musky & strong, maybe thats what made him fall for her, maybe she's all the things I'm not.
He quickly joins me in bed. He pulls me closer to him by the waist, just like he always does. He's fallen asleep, & now I rise. I'm staring at his glorious face. His perfect nose, cheek bones; God! This man was perfect. But clearly, I'm not. I'm probably not pretty like she is, I'm probably not as charming at she is. I know this is wrong; but I don't mind at all. I don't mind he doesn't look at me the same way anymore. I don't mind the kisses I get in the morning are like kisses from a Snake. I don't mind seeing my husband cheat right infront of my very eyes. I don't mind at all. Because He comes home to me every night, he pulls me close & kisses me every morning; Because He's always wishes me on my birthday & our anniversaries. But most of all, its because he's so beautiful when he sleeps.
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