It wasn't the way he kissed her,
it was how his forehead gently rested against hers,
his eyes softly closed,
as his fingertips would slowly trace her jawline
It wasn't the way he touched her,
it way that time would seemingly stand still those nights,
as the winter moonlight peaked through the blinds,
the sound of each breath he took,
a lullaby that sang her into the comfort of slumber
It was those few strucks of midnight,
that an unbeknownst force would stir,
barely waking her from sleep,
only to feel his arms still protectively wrapped securely around her
It was the way he smelled as her head would rest on his chest,
a masculine sweetness forever etched into her mind,
the silkiness of his voice every morning,
reminding her what she meant to him,
how he always knew when she needed his comfort,
even before she did...
It was just being near him,
how their energies would dance around and fill the room with laughter,
memories that she'll always make the strongest effort to remember
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