Your face. Everything about you is in your face.
I never wonder what you are feeling or what you’re thinking. I can see it on your face like when the sun is in my eyes in the late afternoons. You scream with the best of them, but when you love, it’s with everything. You can’t hug tight enough, you squeeze my cheeks like old ladies pinch babies’ faces.
You announce yourself. You are the least subtle person there has ever been, and I’m smiling just thinking about it. If the sunrise creeps into the morning, you are the joy that comes with it.
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