Tuesday, May 5, 2015

Love

I love the way she looks at me.

I love how we are her whole world.

She doesn't quite understand yet that she is ours, too.

We have found the balance of love and loss and love more now than we ever thought possible.

Are we the lucky ones or is she? Does it matter?

I love the way she looks at me.

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