The way your eyes danced when I made you laugh. The shyness, you still had, when I kissed you deeply. The fact your face was the first thought my mind found, when a familiar song started. Honestly, that still happens. When you whispered those words, that you later admitted couldn’t be true, my heart rejoiced in hearing. The warmth of your touch, on the coldest mornings and hottest nights. The cute way you would sing, when you didn’t know I was listening. Your dedication to hearth and home. The times you tried, when I didn’t. The fact we shared wins, losses, and jokes no one else could ever get. The way your voice and eye rolls would reassure me. These things I lost, when you realized it was over.