"And if my words don't come together, listen to the melody 'cause my love is in there hiding."
When the love is strong and true, words are inadequate.
Sometimes when he just smiles. It almost seems to be a simple, unconscious reflex. He'll see me reading a book or tearing up during Grey's or primping in the mirror, and he smiles. Its a small smile, and so quick that you could miss it if you blinked. He smiles. I see pride, adoration, respect, understanding, trust, hope, appreciation. There is his love, strong and true, and it seems to just innately beam out from him. No words could ever say so much.
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