The way. 001

The way he goes goes goes goes until it seems his battery runs out . . . and he's softly snoring mid-conversation.  

The way she gets in close for Snapchat fun and still asks to hold my hand. 

The way his eyes get lost in his smile and his freckles are a cluster of constellations I will always know immediately.  

The way he reaches over and squeezes my thigh while driving, just to touch me.