It's a picture perfect evening.
When I looked up at you from my coffee I'd become content with everything. It wasn't the cafe mocha warming the palms of my hands or the soft tan glow of cafe lighting. There were no pictures that needed to be taken, no recording of the moment was required. It wasn't the snowflakes gathering around the windowsill or the books on the table. Just... your words and the fact that you're here. and you're sitting in front of me, that you want to be in front of me. It's your presence and your friendship. it's because, darling, you're everything and I know, I know... it's you.