I like the way you say my name when I stare off into space. I like the way you reach your hand over the car console and grab my hand. I like the way you kiss the back of my neck when I am cooking. I like the way you say, “Look at this!” and then bring the computer over to me so I can see. I like the way you want to go on adventures with me, and only me. I like the way you hold me at night, but how you let go when we get too hot, when it it is time for real sleep. I like the way you laugh, the way you pour our beers, the way you push a shopping cart. I like how you like me, how you love me without saying it. I am not very important to anyone, except you, and I don’t care. That’s the best compliment I can give anyone, you know.
Loving you feels like building a time capsule, but I guess all good things are bound, in the end, to feel like that.”—
Kristen Fiore // Notes - June 28
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