Angel,
I do not know what you see when you see yourself - but I can tell you what I see...
This morning, sitting on the bench waiting for you, and hearing you before I can see you... I can pick out your footsteps on the marble floor - I can see you through the glass or in a reflection before you are fully revealed to me... and when you finally are, I see a tumble of curls resting on your shoulders, your eyes shining in my direction, long legs and a strength of posture... and then the slow smile because I am smiling at you... When you are sitting over the coffee with me, I can see an ease come - a kind of relaxation, maybe... a softening of your eyes, and your smile changes - just a little... I know that I tell you that you are beautiful - and you are - but it is so much more than that...You have a beauty that shines from your very core and moves me so that I feel the world must surly have stopped turning and time stopped... When we walk, I swear that I am 10 feet tall...
Across from you at lunch - watching your humour bubble up and your eyes light up - your stifled laughter and sharp shoulders... watching your slender fingers holding your fork.. knowing the softness and strength that they possess... and in the store, a slight lean toward you so that I could feel the impossible softness of your arm brush against mine... and trying to hold onto that moment when the world catches up and time speeds again...
The person that I see when I look at you is someone that I could never have imagined in my sweetest dreams - yet there you are...
That's who I see...
Just me.
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