The Tiny Details

The way he smiled. The way he laughed. The way he held. The way he talked. The way he whispered. The way he taught. The way he cared. The way he loved. The way he stared. The way he fumbled. The way he teased. The way he looked. The way he breathed. The way…he was him. And the way that made me be…me.      







About MysteriesOfLife

“I’m a simple girl.” “You lied. You aren’t simple at all.” “Maybe I’m not. But if I said that, would you have stayed around to figure me out?”
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