i think about the shape of her, the swell of her ribs when she takes a deep breath, the curve of her spine when she’s watching her favorite show. how sometimes in the dark of our room when we’re watching movies i see her turn, just a little, to see if i’m enjoying what’s going on. she asked me once why i was so in love. she said “i feel small”. but it’s the small things that do me in. how she hums in the shower. the way she tests her balance in new heels. the fact just being around her makes everything seem beautiful, surreal.
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