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I Love You in the Morning *

I am more than brimming with happiness, but I have never felt more speechless.

I came in 10 minutes late to work today, despite a huge effort to leave home early. Even worse, I left my badge and bin key at home. To get inside the office, I had to wait 10 minutes for a temporary badge and get hit on by the guy who issued it. Finally seated in front of my computer, I checked my email only to read a third party’s stupid clarification of a previous situation with a client. I composed an almost novel-like reply, as I couldn’t resist voicing out my side. Not having eaten breakfast, I was incredibly irritated already. I logged in to YM, and after a few seconds, my offline messages window popped up. An unexpected message just made my day: “hi! hon… happy monthsarry…. i love you… :*”. For a person of few words, that is already saying a lot. So I smiled.

I almost forgot that it is our monthsary today, but I have never felt more inlove.

Sunday

Heavy night, it was a heavy night

Feels like we’ve just, come back from the dead

Heavy night, it was a heavy night

I cannot remember what I said to anyone

If we get up now, we can catch the afternoon

Watch the under15′s playing football in the park

Let’s sit in St Leonard’s on this alcoholic day

We’re doing the best, with what we’ve got

I love you in the morning

When you’re still hung over

I love you in the morning

When you’re still strung out

I work hard all week and so do you

We deserve to let off some steam

Less orthodox creeping,

We need to rage through all of this life

There might be ones who are smarter than you

That have the right answers that wear better shoes

Forget about those melting ice caps

We’re doing the best, with what we’ve got

I love you in the morning

When you’re still hung over

I love you in the morning

When you’re still strung out

When I’m with you, I am calm

A pearl in your oyster

Head on my chest a silent smile

A private kind of happiness

You see giant proclamations

Are all very well

But our love is louder than words

I love you in the morning

* Bloc Party’s Sunday has never failed to make me appreciate how much I love you. I’m reminded of the Sunday mornings we spend together, just like how the song says it all.

Happy 14th month hon.

I love you.