I kissed his forehead.
I never thought it'd be the last kiss we'd share, but it was.
As I sat in his lap admiring his face
trying to feel what made it so perfect to me,
I saw my love.
How I could sit in a freezing car, see our breaths, but feel so warm?because I was in his arms.
My hair in my face as I sung out a love song, and he smiled.
I was in love, and he smiled because he knew.
Both our eyes gave secret messages, both so intrigued with each others face noticing things we'd never noticed.
"I think you're beautiful," I said.
Because I did.
I kissed his forehead repeatedly.
So sweet was that moment, almost as beautiful as he.