Day 882 - The Better Me

I've said it before,
I miss the me I am with you,
He's a different kind of guy,
No, not happy all the time,
Smiles just easier to come by.
He's excited to wake everyday,
To see your hair a mess,
To kiss you with awful tasting breath,
Watch you as the day begins.
And the nights, the nights are right,
Cooking meals with the music on, 
Looking like a real kitchen team,
Then it's off to cuddle so tight,
A warm blanket of joy surrounding us,
Up the next day to do it again.