Rain. It were your favorite kind of mornings.
You would wake up to dim morning light in the room and the sound of rain softly dancing on the window glass.
You would hear soft breathing next to you, that would make you smile in the warmest way.
You would turn to his side and snuggled your face into the nape of his neck.
Warmness. Stillness of the morning.
You wished those moments to last forever. His voice in the morning was your favorite sound.
The way he smiled at you with his heart shaped lips, the way he pulled you closer to him and kissed you, deeply.
That moment would feel like the most perfect one in the day - it would be just the two of you.
Warmness. Stillness of the morning.
You would play with his soft, dark locks of hair as he rested his head on your chest, wrapping his hands around your waist.
He would look at you and tell you 'I love you' in his sweetest velvety voice. And you would smile at him.
Those were your favorite kinds of mornings.

Rain. You woke up just to let tears drop along with the raindrops on the window glass.
You wondered if he made rainy mornings their favorite to somebody else now.