I love his hair, smelling of mint, soft against my lips. The dawn is edging through the windows, and I see on his temple three silver hairs. Yes, I count.
I’m floored. Has it been that long? Eight incredible, bizarre years. And here he is, in my bed, a beautiful man, compassionate, experienced and … greying.
After overcoming all the things to which I could lose him, I never really thought it would be time itself that might bring him down.
But, what did I expect?I kiss those silver hairs, thinking, “Well, at least now we’re starting to match.”
.:.
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