She makes me smile when she thinks I'm not looking. Makes me laugh when she makes that face. She drives me mad when she says "You're too quiet. I hate when you get that way". Do we have to fill the room with noise for you to know I love you. Can't we sit like church mice. Close enough to touch, but only our souls caress. Quietly feeling each other.
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