As I walk through the doorway, hair wet & clothes dripping from the downpour outside, there you sit. Back to the fire, nose deep in a book, sheltered from the storm with just the sound of the thrum of drops on the windows. You glance up as I enter, just enough time for your warm eyes to settle on mine & a bare hint of a smile graces your lips & reflects in your eyes. At once you are gone again, delving back into your private world; leaving me standing, staring in awe at the woman I love.

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