I remember me watching her hours in the mornings not ever waking her up, watching her blended in her sleep, her dreams, her colors, her smell.. she was art.
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This is beautiful... I remember many times opening my eyes in my sleep, seeing my husband in bed laying his head on his hand, while watching me.... It was a beautiful feeling and made me smile in the middle of my sleep... My ex husband was an sculptor, since you talked about art.
I'm sorry. You were absolutely not doing that, and I just happened to love what you said. NO I will not delete my compliment, you can't make me do that. 🙂