I pay attention to the little details of your skin. I feel like the tiny freckles on your face are dots that I am so willing to connect, just to see you on a clearer picture.
There are three birthmarks on the nape of your neck; one for each of the days you made me deliriously happy.
They disappear under the collar of your shirt and I hope there are a million more of them where I can’t see. I hope there are a million more days that you’ll make me insanely, unbelievably, undeniably happy.
PS. I miss you, in case you didn’t know. #LPS