Moments of us, lazily strewn about the supple leather couch where we settle together: no distractions. Slowly sipping coffee from oversized mugs, either wordless or deeply rooted in banter. That silent perceptive way you gaze at me, when I’m misplaced or unsettled. It is an unspoken knowingness; you intuitively feel my anguish or partner in my joy. Not how you complete me, you couldn’t, as alone, I am whole; rather how you fill those troubled spaces buried deep beneath. How you radiate positivity, with an eagerness to contribute, an earnestness to make me better. You sharpen the flavors of my very existence. You bring about the life in me. The love in me.
Unguardedly,
whole-heartedly.
And in return, I adore.
I love you more.
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