while sitting on the bed this morning.
pondering.
wondering.
missing.

a memory crept back in.

There was one morning.
You came back from work.
You were a good boy, high and boozy but still went to take a bath.
By the time i went over, you were already slumped on your bed, in a awkward position, with ur legs on the floor.
I shifted your legs gingerly, adjusted the fan to blow lightly at you.
shifted your head gently to rest on the pillow, and put the quilt next to you cushioning ur arm.
So that you could reach it when you were cold.
and then i bent down to kiss you goodnight.

At this moment, you grabbed me and hugged me tightly.
And whispered, in a stupor.
"Baby I love you. Alot."


You see. thats the stuff true love is made up of.