I love her smile.
Even when it’s tired.
Even when it’s sympathetic.
When she looks back toward me walking away.
When she looks at me coming in for a hug.
I love what her eyes do when she laughs.
I love the dimples that preempt a smile; it’s like the music changing before the best part of a song starts to play – like the break with ad libs in 90s r&b songs.
She has me when she looks at me.
Her eye contact is everything.
Big energy. Small package.
That smile at me though. 🫠💚
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wide artistic shot of a Black couple sitting together on a beach far out toward the shore. The man has a beard and is most fit build. A very large area of the beach is visible, so the the couple looks like small figures in the image –ar 16:9 –stylize 50
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I wrote this post minutes after she left the room and smiled at me. It might have been the first time today I saw her smile.