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The mattress served a better lying place than the ground, I thought.

For you, anyway. You only deserved the best.

As the sun went down, the gentle wind would sigh out the breath that it had been holding in all day. The crickets would play their melody faintly as if in perfect rhythym with the blowing wind.

It was like a soundtrack that no-one else would listen to as intently as us.

Our fingers still knotted their selves over fluffy bed covers and our sighs would still speak a million unsaid words.

Words that we didn't yet have the courage to say aloud.

We were content with the low buzz of the television and the cacophonous noise of the traffic through the open window.

London was sat in the palm of our hands and it would do anything we told it to.

As the sun was painted on the horizon, the whispers of the nocturnal creatures died down. The city women didn't care for our long lie-ins. Neither did we though, we just did it to bathe in each others silence.

Even as the day went on, our bodies still moulded into the others.

I played with your hair and you kissed the tips of my fingers softly, it was just like the sunset.

You fell asleep just as everything else woke up. Your eyelids grew heavier and your breathing became shallow.

You were every synonym of gorgeous.

The weight of your body in my arms and the sound of your gentle snores was enough to drive me insane.

I loved you. You were my everything, and even when there was a little bit of dribble coming out of your mouth, you were perfect.

It was just before the sun rose in the sky that I said it.

"I love you too."

It was just before the sun rose in the sky that you replied.

"I know."

All that matters is that you're with me when every sun rises.