It’s how she scrunches her nose at him, with that glint in her cool blue eyes.
It’s when she takes his arm, and how she delicately slips her arm through to link with his. And the gentle squeeze she gives, letting him know she’s safely locked in.
It’s knowing she can always find him in a crowded room – like being either side of a pair of magnets; Connecting together quickly, or by being able to touch each other, despite a forced distance between them.
It’s the way she smiles at him and appreciating that she doesn’t need to offer him anything – ever. Not even her precious smiles. Yet, she does. And she smiles at him every day.
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