The hand that finds mine while we wait in the coffee line
The way you pull me against you in the middle of the night
even while you sleep
The conversation that ends up in unexpected places
The flight of ideas and creativity
The hair on the back of your hands
The crystal blue of your eyes
The way you say caramel
the smell of your armpit
The 100 songs we share
that can still bring me to tears
The messy handwriting on love notes and cards
that so touch my heart
That look on your face
the one that lets me know you want me
And the sound when your voice breaks.....
Those little things of beauty that I hope I will never forget.
KAB
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