I grasped the thought of caressing your flaws in the moon light once more.

Running my index finger down your left cheek bone that was slightly farther out than your right.

Glancing into your left eye which was a tad bit less blue, due to being injured in a fight with a drunk college lad over me.

Rolling my thumb over your lips that were still purple and plump from our needy kisses.

All of these imperfections made me fall even harder for you with every breathe you took, even after being away from you for six sober months.