"You're an angel" He says. "My angel." I squeeze both of his hands a little tighter and plant a kiss on his pale wrinkle-plad cheek. His lips mimic a smooch- Looking more like a puckering goldfish than anything else. I smile that smile only he can bring to my face, As if I were the sunshine that lights the blue sky's of his eyes. I wrap my arms around him, burying my face into his sleeve. "I love you" I say. "I love you too... Angel" his lips murmer as they continue to sputter out kisses. Remember. We don't use that word much here. Tomorrow he will forget that I love him so dear. But as long as his smile still shines and his eyes gleam bright blue, I will never forget how I love him so true.