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There's this look she gives me when she's little spoon. Turning back she opens her eyes slowly. A smile pulls her lips apart just enough to see her perfect teeth. Her eyes don't always find mine but that's okay. Because I know what she's thinking. She feels safe and sure.
She shuffles back closer to me so there's nothing between us. The pockets of air squeezed out by our bodies molding together.
That look. Right there. That one. The lips slipping apart, the barely opened eyes, the gentle curl on the side of her mouth.
Every time. I can never control it.
That look, glowing in candlelight.
The words fall out.
You're SO beautiful.
Just before I say it, something happens to me. Her perfection overwhelms me and I'm hit with wave after wave of pure love and adoration.
She needs to know she gives me this feeling.
They fall out.
You're SO beautiful.
Her lips quickly tighten and pull in. Her eyes close. She turns away from me usually.
And I hurt a little inside knowing she's rejected the thought.
She'll let it hit her but it wont pierce the surface.
I wish she knew how just that look makes every bad thing that's ever happened in my life just disappear. And that when she rejects it - it does more than she thinks.
I can't make her listen. But I will always tell her the truth.
She's SO beautiful.
And I love her more than words can ever express. Words fall way too short.