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andrea
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It’s the jeans with the flag patch-
my first memory of you.
Flashes of our first ‘non’ date when
we drove around & past the
restaurant three times.
It’s the way you hold my hand
& kiss the tips of my fingers.
Echoes of the night, after campfire,
when you said I sounded like
and angel.
It’s how you wink at me when
our eyes meet as we pass
each other.
Visions of all the sweet things
you’ve done for me-like flowers
& a bear.
It’s the way you say my name
when no one else is around.
The way my skin remembers
the way your hands feel on it.
It’s counting down the days until
Saturday when we can spend time alone.
How you make my heartbeat speed
up when you kiss me.
It’s hearing you talk on the phone
with my mother.
Sharing ice cream with you
from my favorite place where
they put bears on top.
It’s time spent away from you &
knowing you’re thinking of me.
Reading old notes from you &
knowing you meant every
single, precious word.
It’s listening to your random
thoughts & laughing because
of them.
Hearing you tell me that I’m
beautiful as the waves crash
& the stars shine.
It’s holding your hand & feeling
how perfectly mine fits.
Hours spent, lying awake in my bed,
reliving our shared moments.
It’s all of these things that
make me love you more & more
each day.
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