When you leave, I won’t let you go so fast. I will stop you, turn you around and look into your eyes. I’ll smile and kiss your lips. I’ll ask you not to go; while knowing that’s not possible. But I say it anyway.
I’ll hold your hand when we walk because I like to feel your skin on mine.
I sometimes get teary because I can’t believe I found someone like you, when you ask why I’m crying, I try to hide it and respond by telling you I was just yawning.
I get excited when we have breakfast together, and I don’t know why, maybe because it’s two of my favourite things.