And Then I Fell

This is not the kind of post I usually make, but then again I’ve been doing that lately and with this being my blog and all, I guess I’m the one who gets to make that choice, right?

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Image Courtesy of Tania LaMelle Photography at TaniaLaMelle.com

He dances with me when there is no music
Not in my fantasies
Not in my dreams
But in my living room

He stares into my eyes so long
he notices when I switch from one indescribably sea blue eye to the other
and laughs with me

He has counted 15 different smiles
Or so he says
I didn’t even know I HAD 15 smiles
His favorite is the crinkly nosed one

He wraps his arms completely around me and
squeezes until
his fingertips touch
his own body again

He looks at me when I cry
and tells me
I am beautiful

He looks at me when I dance
and tells me
I am beautiful

He looks at me when I ________
and tells me
I am beautiful

He opens my doors
He holds my hand
He touches my heart

And I

can’t

stop

crying

Because he is so very real

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