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it's been 6 months. and the more days i spend watching you ..from my bed.. from the passenger seat... from across the room... the more i've discovered all the little things that make you you. the good and the bad..
the way your mouth curves when you're telling a funny story... and i can see your bottom teeth ever so slightly misaligned.
how you seem oblivious to things i think you should notice.. and yet pick up other things i completely missed.
the way you take my hand and plant a kiss on my fingers..
how stubborn you can be.. despite how acquiescent you may seem to the outsider.
the smell of your shirts as i bury my nose between your shoulder blades...
the sharp edges of the fingernails that you bite...
the way you keep your eyes closed when we kiss.. and never open them... the "hmmm.." sound that escapes your lips as you smile.. and lean closer for more.
how you aren't the least romantic... but the are most tender and sweet...
your thirst for knowledge.
your odd sense of humor.
how you don't understand my job... why i need to care about the students who don't care enough about their futures...
that you haven't a single artistic bone in your body
the amount of time you can spend in front of a computer.. playing games or reading comics.
how i feel safer in your arms than anywhere else.
how you aren't good with words... and can never tell me why or what you love about me...
but when you say you love me, i know you mean it.
it's been 6 months... and we are still as different from each other as when we started. and we don't make any more sense now than we did back then. but we are still in love... more so now than in the beginning.
i'm not going to make any predictions about the future.
but i am going to let myself be hopeful. because however seldom you use words to reassure me... when i am enveloped in your embrace, i need nothing more to tell me everything will be alright.
the way your mouth curves when you're telling a funny story... and i can see your bottom teeth ever so slightly misaligned.
how you seem oblivious to things i think you should notice.. and yet pick up other things i completely missed.
the way you take my hand and plant a kiss on my fingers..
how stubborn you can be.. despite how acquiescent you may seem to the outsider.
the smell of your shirts as i bury my nose between your shoulder blades...
the sharp edges of the fingernails that you bite...
the way you keep your eyes closed when we kiss.. and never open them... the "hmmm.." sound that escapes your lips as you smile.. and lean closer for more.
how you aren't the least romantic... but the are most tender and sweet...
your thirst for knowledge.
your odd sense of humor.
how you don't understand my job... why i need to care about the students who don't care enough about their futures...
that you haven't a single artistic bone in your body
the amount of time you can spend in front of a computer.. playing games or reading comics.
how i feel safer in your arms than anywhere else.
how you aren't good with words... and can never tell me why or what you love about me...
but when you say you love me, i know you mean it.
it's been 6 months... and we are still as different from each other as when we started. and we don't make any more sense now than we did back then. but we are still in love... more so now than in the beginning.
i'm not going to make any predictions about the future.
but i am going to let myself be hopeful. because however seldom you use words to reassure me... when i am enveloped in your embrace, i need nothing more to tell me everything will be alright.