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You left your coffee cooling by the window,
I learned your laughter before your middle name.
We made a home from Sundays and small chances,
And somehow ordinary never felt the same.
So take my hand when all the lights grow quiet,
When every promised word has found its way.
I choose the life between the grand occasions—
Every ordinary day.
I learned your laughter before your middle name.
We made a home from Sundays and small chances,
And somehow ordinary never felt the same.
So take my hand when all the lights grow quiet,
When every promised word has found its way.
I choose the life between the grand occasions—
Every ordinary day.
From your story
“Our first real conversation happened over forgotten coffee. Daniel always says he fell in love with the ordinary Sundays.”
“Our first real conversation happened over forgotten coffee. Daniel always says he fell in love with the ordinary Sundays.”