I see only beauty in the ones I love. I see their smiles, admire the way the light falls on them. I appreciate their form, their smells, their hugs.
Every time I look at them, they only get more beautiful. Their wrinkles disappear, their eye bags, their love handles, all so inconsequential. I see their souls, their joys and their disappointments.
Sometimes I wonder, do I notice the same things as everyone else, or do I see more? It’s like a movie scene, where time slows down and I revel in the presence of the ones I’m with. The ones I hold dear.
I’m such a sappy lovefool, but I cherish these things, like photos in my mind, little gifs even. I wonder if everyone takes time to look at the ones they love and form some memories of them. Something they can keep forever.