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I Love The WayI love the way you tell me that I always look beautiful,
and the way you make me laugh like no one else.
I love the way you move the hair away from my eyes,
and then kiss me on my face.
I love the way you care for me,
and hold me so near and dear to your heart.
I love the way you put your hands around my waist,
and make me feel safe.
I love the way you sing to me at random moments,
and look at me and smile.
I love the way you protect me,
the way a noble knight would for his princess.
I love the way you hug me,
and leave the smell of your cologne on my clothes.
I love the way you'd give me a gift with a thought that counts,
and a home-made card.
I love the way you’ll always be there for me,
and always have my back.
I love the way you speak your mind,
and tell me about your opinions.
I love the way you're not afraid to cry,
and show your feelings.
I love the way you talk to me,
and woo me with you're dorky pick-up lines.
I love the way you call me in the evening just to say
Our Love Still GrowsOur anniversary means a bunch,
So much more than any another ordinary day;
I dedicate my appreciation and affection for you,
And cherish you in every way I can.
Through the passing of time, our passion, our bond, still grows and grows,
A caring relationship to explore, an exciting adventure awaits;
Our life together gets better and better,
And I keep on loving you more and more.
A Love That Transcends Time
There was a time that I believed that one person can make a large difference in our lives. That one special person has made such big changes and is continuing with those changes in my life today. Ah, I remember how it was the first time I met her. I was in high school and our relationship was then formed. Without her in my life, I wouldn't have gotten the inspiration and motivation to be what I am now. Well then, I’ll begin by telling how my adventures began with her.
My encounter with Kristen started sometime back in Patriot High School during my physical education class. It started with me intently admiring her from a distance playing handball by herself, and to those who’re reading, handball was quite a fun and popular game where I came from. I really couldn’t help myself. She was so beautiful that I ended up daydreaming for a bit, that is... until I was interrupted. My friend
The Coffee GodThe Coffee God behind the counter shuffles foot to foot, a dance of steam and espresso. Black painted fingernails, inch gauged ears and a gray striped sweatshirt, hood crooked on his back. There's a cigarette tucked behind one ear; it bobs and twitches with each step.
“Non-fat caramel latte,” he calls, just as he always does, part of a spell, part of a mantra, toneless (just a tuck at the end). I reach. He looks up.
The espresso maker hisses.
There's something like a grin, something like a spark, something like a shared secret linked eye to eye. When he passes over the drink (rough cardboard sleeve hot to the touch), he lingers. Our fingers brush, a shiver, a jolt, a ten-watt shock.
The Coffee God tilts his chin, shouts, “Hey, mind if I take my break now?”
and ducks around the counter without waiting for a reply.
He slips his cigarette between his lips without taking his eyes from mine. I follow him out the door.
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