There were so many wonderful moments, I couldn't begin to catalog them all. I just hope they don't slip from my mind. How could they? Aren't these moments stored safely in our brains like pictures in a photo album? How could I ever forget these emotions, these moments of time?
I smile when I think about the way her hand fits into mine. The way when our fingers mesh it's as though we've held hands for a 1000 years. So perfect. So right.
The way the palm of my hand fits perfectly against the small of her back.
How I can get her to laugh and when I keep going, her laugh becomes maniacal and slightly scary.
The way she smiles when she's caught me staring at her.
How she can pick up DVDs or books with her feet, just like a monkey, but in a silly yet sexy way.
The way the corner cut of her brownies are crunchy on the edges and so soft inside.
The cute look of confusion on her face when we were watching, "Valkyrie" and she left to go to the bathroom and I flipped it over to, "Inglourious Basterds" before she came back thinking it was the same film, but with something slightly wrong.
The way when I look into her eyes I want to be a better man just for her.
The way I feel when she takes my picture.
The way I feel about myself when she paints a picture of me.
The way I want to please her whenever I think of her.
The way I miss her as soon as she steps of the room.
The way she moves when she walks toward me.
The way I feel when I see her walking toward me.
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