A quick, simple pat on my knee tells me he loves me more than during those long-ago, lingering kisses parked in his Buick Regal after midnight outside my parents' home. He is one of the reasons I am a better person now than I was then. His easy smile lifts my proverbial clouds. His laugh makes me laugh at things I don't even find funny. On my worst days, his reassuring hug is the best thing that happens.
First Love
First Love
First Love
A quick, simple pat on my knee tells me he loves me more than during those long-ago, lingering kisses parked in his Buick Regal after midnight outside my parents' home. He is one of the reasons I am a better person now than I was then. His easy smile lifts my proverbial clouds. His laugh makes me laugh at things I don't even find funny. On my worst days, his reassuring hug is the best thing that happens.