me. and when he listens to music he gets completely lost in it. i love that look he gets on his face when he gets so absorbed in it.
next year i won't see it. i won't see his smile every morning. i won't be able to hold his hand every afternoon, or lay my head on his chest each night. and i won't be able to hear his beautiful voice sing those songs to me. or see those perfect eyes stare into mine. those are the small things that made my day. how will i live without them?
but only a few minutes ago, when he turned to me, looked deep 