He woke me up quietly with his sweet, gentle voice.
”Honey, wake up.“ he said.
“I don’t want to get up just yet. Can I stay in bed all day, please?“
“I’ve made breakfast for you, it’s already on the table.”
”You’re too sweet.” I smiled and got up.
On the dining table I saw a plate with scrambled eggs and a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice, my favourite breakfast.
It wasn’t Valentine’s day, it was an ordinary day. I don’t need a special day to show him how much I love and cherish him and neither does he.
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