It's you.
And me.
Together.
It's us waking up to a bright morning
Fighting over the white duvet.
It's us having coffee and toast while reading
With that sunrise and chirping of birds
It's us running down the pavement
Beating our lungs and legs.
It's us playing and sweating profusely
And burning calories off.
It's us lathering each other in bath
Or brushing each other's teeth.
It's us hating the idea of work
For trying to separate us for a day.
It's us thinking of each other
In the middle of a mission.
It's us throwing texts and emails
Just to get through the day.
It's us driving like a mad man
Hurrying to be home.
It's us forgetting that crazy stunt
Once reunited after a day's work.
It's us gazing the stars at night
Listening as you play the guitar and sing
Wondering what on earth have i done that i ended up with you.
It's us relaxing inside our house
Fighting over the remote control,
It's us talking about people and places,
And cursing and blessing them to our heart's content.
It's us laughing on the jokes you crack
That others hardly consider to be funny.
It's us stopping to a silly and quiet smile
Realizing how crazy it is that there is "us"
It's us dancing in the silent music
That only our hearts can hear,
Or laying my head on your chest
Intoxicated by each other's scent.
It's us ending each day
In the comfort of each other's arms.
It wouldn't matter if it had been good or not
For as along as we're together again.
For us, we are enough
And there is neither small or grand.
Everything is just happy and perfect
Because there is you and me.
So what is the coolest love story?
Nothing.
Because there is no "us".
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