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[As told by he about she, as she lie next to he.]

Morning is almost here and I have barely gotten any sleep. She was distracting me all night. Not that she meant to keep me awake, she has her ways. It's not like she was tossing and turning or snoring or something like that; in fact, on the contrary: she was sleeping, angelic-like.
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She slipped under the covers and cuddled close to me, trying to keep warm. She rested her tired head on my shoulder and looked up at me.
"You have dreamy eyes." She smiled. The phrase just seemed to slip off her tongue. The longer she laid by my side, the more relaxed she became. I could feel her muscles loosening as she leaned in hard against my body. I also felt her breathing change as she relaxed and trusted me. Every so often, she would inhale deeply and slowly, and exhale just as deeply and slowly. Her breath, as she exhaled, tickled my neck.
As she lie there, she was completely unaware of her strong influence on me. I felt her weight upon my body. It was like having the weight of the whole world upon my heart.A thousand questions raced through my mind.
"How was I going to support her? What can I do to support her? What kind of support does she need? Am I good enough for her? Why does she trust me so much? What's our future gonna be like? How can I make her happy?"---she adjusted her head slightly, subconsciously, which interrupted my concerns. I just wanted to make life perfect for her and worried that I wouldn't be able to do so. Something woke her and she looked up at me again and smiled sweetly.
"Why are you still awake?" She smiled again.
"Oh, just thinking about some things," I replied.
"Just go to sleep." She sounded almost frustrated, but there was a hint of humor in her voice.
I smiled at her."How can I sleep when you're distracting me?"She looked confused, then finally spoke up.
"What was I doing?" SHe had genuine concern in her voice. "Did I move around too much? Or snore?" She spoke quickly. I just smiled. "What?...What did I do?" She cracked a smile. "What?" she questioned me again, more seriously this time.
My smile faded away. "Well, you know, just thinking about whatever...you...me...us together...and---" She interrupted me.
"Worrying?" She smiled.
"Yeah, you could say that. I'm worrying....about whether I'm good enough for you....or why you're with me...or whether I'll be able to support you and protect you....or whether I can give you what you really want or need....or whatever....you know." I smiled with embarrassment.
Without saying anything, she ran her hand down my face tenderly and smiled. She paused for a moment before she spoke.
"Ok....well, you know what I think about worrying; but I understand why you do worry and why you have those concerns. But, seriously, we'll cross those bridges when we get there. Don't worry so much about the future. It will come as it is supposed to happen...and why you're wondering why I am with you?---don't worry about that. Just know that I AM with you, ok?....Does that help?" She smiled empathetically.
"Yeah, that really helps actually....Sometimes I can't help it though. I just want things to be perfect for you."
"Yes, and right now they are." She smiled again.
"You're right. Ok."There was a moment of silence. She just looked up at me.
I spoke: "I love you."
"I love you, too."She rolled over and went back to sleep.