Anniversary of an Uninteresting Event

I wake up and my eyes come into focus.
Her dark hair pokes out from underneath the covers and tells me she is near.
She doesn't stir.
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I pull her to me and she is warm and soft and the smell of her skin makes me inhale more deeply.
She begins to stir but eventually succumbs to the succor I hope is my presence nearby and grows sleepy again.
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She curls up closer to me and I emblazon the memory and feel and weight of her head on my shoulder into my memory.
Life has taught me the preciousness of such moments and their fragility and fleeting nature heightens their quality in my heart.
I have lost my flavor for the tawdry and the cheap thrills of excess by and large....this is the pursuit. This is the depth.
You can sift through a mountain of sand for this gemstone.
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I have to leave and train and I can see part of her is sad to watch me go.
But we both acknowledge parting is such sweet sorrow as to make us more excited to see one another again.
I leave and listen to the Deftones on Pandora and it makes sense and there's a thousand things I could worry about but instead I just appreciate the calm and the peace and the utter and abject serenity of it and her and us and a few precious moments in the stream of time and tide.