it is so rare that he falls asleep before me. it is so rare that i am by his side when he does.

i watch his chest rise and fall with the steady rhythm of his breathing, the light from the muted television casting shadows across his face.

all at once, i blink and realise how much i love him. and how much he means to me.

i reach over and smooth his hair softly, barely breathing. he is so beautiful. i lean forward and whisper, "i love you."

he keeps on sleeping.