I'm in love with the way you love me. The way you lock your fingers with mine, holding my hand oh-so perfectly, tightly as if not wanting to let go. I love the way you grab my face and plant a small sincere kiss in my cheek and then hug me giving my forehead another sweet kiss. The way you pull me close to you caressing the side of my arm and then kissing the top of my head. I love the way you love me, the type of love I thought I'd never have. The way you embrace me in your arms, a gentle touch but a strong grip as you hold me against you. The way you look at me, that deep stare that just sees right through my soul. The way you grab my hand in public and walk beside me wearing the most amazing smile. I love the way you caress my cheek, making it seem as if though time stood still and it's just you and me. The way you look at me right before you're about to kiss me, and all I can think of is of how in love I'm with you. I love the way you smile, it's like I'm stuck in time just watching my favorite type of sunset. I love how you have the power to brighten up my day with a simple hello. The way you kiss me goodbye, oh-so sweet and caring, a small gentle kiss that takes my breath away. I'm in love with the way you love me, but I'm more in love with you.
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Short Storyto whoever identifies themselves with the character of each "story", but most importantly to the person behind each thought. I don't consider myself a writer nor do I believe to be one, my mind just runs wildly imagining stories of people I haven't...
