when you wake up very early with the most terrible menstrual cramps, barely holding on to the edge of the bed and the sound of his voice is the only thing that makes the pain go away;

and when you tell him to keep talking, he tells you about the littlest things you did the night before even though he’s had only a couple of hours of sleep and then he gathers you in his arms and sings a Tagalog love song you didn’t think he would know the lyrics to because he listens mostly to death metal music.

*foreversunday is a word, fyi. i invented it.