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my darling will,

" i missed you," she said, "until the day we met." - atticus.

when i think about you i feel like i am looking at a picture of myself where i am all lit up bright, radiating joy and happiness. my eyes are focused on something just beyond the camer's lens but it translates onto the film. its presence known without there being a physical representation. you are that presence, that being that brings a smile to my face and makes my eyes sparkle. except you are moving into the frame, moving into sight and soon the photo will be of us with our arms wrapped around one another. with your hands on the expansion of my back, our heads dipping towards each other so we can steal a kiss. bright smiles at our lips just before they meet.

i am amazed and awestruck by you. by this connection i feel to you, by the wa we are weaving ourselves so easily into the delicate fabrics of who each of us are. like we were made to leave our mark behing, an embellishment, an embroidery that makes each us of all the more beautiful. you make me feel so beautiful. you bring a smile to my face at just the very thought of you. you have me humming songs under my breath and me making a playlist for you.