Your eyes are my favorite color.
My favorite game is to get a little drunk and just stare into them. And when you’re trying to find an answer to something, it’s like I can glimpse the beauty of your amazing brain through them and I long for every moment I get to look into them.
And your smile, and your laugh, warm my chest. And your mannerisms - the lilt of your voice and the wave of your hands, have been burned into my mind with such detail.
You may complain that you can never tan, but I think the color of your skin is beautiful. It’s not like it’s as white as porcelain, but it has that feeling. The beautiful, delicate, shine of moonlight.
And your arms and hands seem so delicate. How they stretch out - I just want to run my fingers across your bird tattoo.
And you do a great job at your makeup - a skill I will never have. But you without makeup is breathtaking. It just you. And I revel in any moment I get to see that part of you.
As weird as it sounds, I marvel at how skinny your legs look. I’ve always hated mine and how large they’ve always been, but yours just look so delicate but you stand on them so strongly.
And I absolutely love it when you wear boots or combat boots.
When I get to see those moments of how fiercely you love - it makes me proud to get to call myself your friend. The way you love your dogs. He way the only time I see you run is when they are in trouble. It’s a side of you I’m happy gets shared with me. How much you love your friends - and how I’m constantly surprised by your actions. And as much as it pains me and twists rh knife in my gut, the way you so passionately love your husband. The way you look at him after so many years still, hungry and devoted.
It all makes me wish often I didn’t exist or I could be different. But if that were true, I wouldn’t know you. So I live with the knowledge that at least I get to live a life having known you in it, even if loving you will kill me.
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