Last night was prodigious! I've lost count of the morning letters I wrote to you but I guess I would never run out of adjectives to describe each night when we make love. However, if there is anything physically better than sex with you, it is the morning after. When I think about it, just like right now while you're in the shower, I couldn't think of a word that could encapsulate everything I feel. I used to hate mornings—allergic rhinitis, cold mist and fog, alarm clock, sun rays, and people leaving—but on the first morning I spent with you, everything changed.
After 7 years, I still couldn't find the best word for the moments when I wake up with your body tangled with mine; like puzzle pieces with puzzling edges fit together and become each other's pillows to keep us warm. After all this time, I still couldn't think of the best word for the moments when I wake up with your foreheard kisses and sleepy smile—the best good-morning greeting ever even without a sound. What could be the best word for the moments when I see sunshine in your closed eyes, half-open mouth and soft snore? Honey, until this day I couldn't find the best word for the mornings when I wake up and there's no more empty space on the other side of the bed and in my heart; that this time no one's going to leave while I'm asleep; that you are going to stay and cuddle until it's time to eat.
Honey, I hope you don't get tired handing over my nasal spray every morning because this allergy is here to irritate me forever.
P.S. Your Rolex is on the shelf above the hamper.