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Thoughts on love |
| a kiss when your face is wet with tears a smile when you look at him and he doesn't know your fingers running through his hair his sleeping face his hand around your waist laughter as he carries you on his shoulder as you mock-fight with your sleepy reflexes and his skilled technique morning tea together on the verandah of a villa surrounded by greenery introducing you to his family teaching you to rollerblade believing in you, when you, yourself, find it hard to his habits, which have nothing to do with you, but you still love them the pancakes you made together the first time he kissed you the first time you felt love as you sat cuddled on a park-bench learning to say "I love you” without fear learning that you can be loved for who you are unconditionally listening to him as he shares the things that make him happy walking each on your own road and still-together Love |