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Shouldn't every relationship have a name? Ours doesn't have one and this scares me a lot every single time you leave me alone for the night. I try not to make a noise and wake you up. I like you more this way. Peacefully asleep, oblivious of the tides inside me.

I slide out quietly, lest I wake you. I don't want you to realize the sudden absence of my touch. I lie an inch away from you and wonder what would you be dreaming about. It's difficult to resist touching you again, running my fingers over your face, trying to assure myself that you are for real and not a figment of my imagination. I also wonder if you would look for me in the morning if I am gone, will you run your hands over the creases on the sheet, trying to remember my caresses?

I try to think of a name, for this thing between us. Every relationship has a name, shouldn't ours also have one?