His smile, infectious. Makes me hide my face…
His smile, infectious. Makes me hide my face behind my hands so 34yr old blushes can bloom undetected.. His grin pulls at the corners of my lips til mine matches his, inch for inch.. except on the right where his is just a little higher than mine. My lopsided love… I forgot how much I loved to be loved… by him. SMDH some shyt dies hard.
