“"It's love....," they say.
You touch
the right one
and a whole half of the universe
wakes up, a new half.”
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I love his hands. They're worn, callous on the thumb, expressive and etched with thin lines. I love holding them up with mine and kissing his fingertips.
Everything he touches turns to gold.
I took these pictures while we were laying in bed to take a nap in the late afternoon. We didn't sleep. We just whispered to eachother. I love these moments.
Day 36 of 365 Days