sometimes

Sometimes you are exuberant, my love. With joy and fire and passion and sass erupting from you like so many waves of pure energy.

You are the only pick me up I need. Better then any caffeine.

That exuberance can be overwhelming sometimes, exhausting, but I hope you retain it.

Sometimes though, my love, you are reflective. You are calm, quiet, absorbing the very essence of what is around you.

Last night you lay in bed and asked me to stroke your hair. You were quiet, so quiet, just enjoying the moment, the feeling.

Thank you for giving me that balance. 

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