I could describe to you in great detail the way her brow furrows when she thinks I'm making fun of her, or the way she places her unbearably cold feet in between mine to warm up. I could tell you how the tone in her voice changes ever so slightly when she tells me she loves me and really means it, or maybe the way she tells me every time without fail, "this feels nice" when I run my fingers through her hair. I could explain to you the way it feels to have her head rested on my chest, or how the the sensation of her skin on mine raises my heart rate by twenty. I could tell you all of these things, but maybe it wouldn't matter much to you. However, these are the small moments in my day that I hope never end.

*djm