You know, it's funny. I never thought we'd come to this. I remember the simplest things. You had an imperfect eyebrow. I found myself trying to fix it every second of the day. You'd tell me to stop and I'd end up fixing it anyway. You'd entwine your hand with mine, pull me close, and take my breath away. I always laughed in the middle of the kiss, but somehow you never seemed to find it annoying. Instead, you'd laugh too. And, you'd take my breath away. . . All over again.
