The smell of a womans freshly washed hair
When a woman leans back knowing you are there
The scent of perfume on her neck
When she has dressed to go out but has dressed only for you
When she cries and smiles at the same time
Hugs you and melts into you
When you watch her sleep and pray to a god you don't believe in that she wakes tomorrow
When she touches you in a crowd as though you are the only two people in the universe
When all you imagine all day is comimg home to them as much as they do you
Feeling bad because you said something you didn't mean because you both had a bad day
Wishing you were somewhere else
All these little things