I love the way the sun feels on my face.
I love the way I can see green veins
In my closed, red eyelids.
I love the way I lose track of what's happening,
And how much time has passed when I'm kissing you.
I love the way golden brown hair looks in the morning sun.
I love the way it feels to roll over in bed,
And into someone's arms.
I love the way nails feel when they gently brush my skin.
I love the way it feels to have a hand wound in my hair during a passionate kiss.
I love the way it feels to curl up under your comforter on a cold morning.
I love the way it feels to press cold toes to a warm leg.
But what I love most of all...
I love the way that I have healed so completely,
that I can appreciate these things.
Even when they aren't mine.
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