It's sad really, loving you while you get ready to go see someone else. But it's been that way. You don't dress for me. You say you dress for yourself, but your mind is always on someone else. People you'll see today, coworkers, a Love interest.
Still, your morning routine is this strange place where my heart reaches for you, I see the wild haired beautiful you turn into the pristine curated you everyone else sees.
Every morning I watch his from the corner of my eye, or a stolen glance, and fall for you all over again.
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