Parts of Her

The parts of her I saw in that moment were enough to change me indefinitely…

The way she would giggle when I tried to say compartmentalize but failed miserably. How she would always have her hand on my thigh as I drove comfortably with her in the passenger seat. She would glide across the room and stand before me, staring into my eyes, showing deeper parts of her that some before me never took the time to really look. With a single caress I was restored, and when she whispered her nickname for me, I’d cry internally for her to never stop.

The parts of her I saw in those moments were enough to change me indefinitely, but…

The parts of her I saw while inside her in that moment were enough to bring me to my knees and thank the Universe for bringing us together.