're beautiful. In every way. And believe me I do not speak only of what you and I know. I mean all of you. Getting up every day next to you is a gift. Serve strong coffee and thick as you like is what makes you to like me me. You bid farewell with a kiss and smell fresh wildflowers such that only smell in the field is a good start. You feel lucky. You know that life has any meaning for me. And I may not have time to miss you. Or rather, should not time to miss me while I spend these hours. But I do not know how to find those seconds to whisper your name. To write on paper. To pronounce it softly. To scribble your initials in my hand. And when I I realize I'm in the car. I get home. Not. I bet that is four minutes flat to see you again. And always. Walk through the door rattled. Smiling as one can. Laughing at the little details. Looking for that little spark that lies behind everyday events. Behind everything we do. That which we give no importance. And you hold me. I think you think that for me is just a hug. But more. More. It's confirmation. The affirmation I need. That gesture calling me. That tells me that when I hear you breathe by my side on the mattress is not a pleasant dream. Not a mirage or an imagination too perfect. You. You really are. And I wonder. What could be bigger than this?
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