somewhere someone is looking at their significant other and saying thank you.
they're looking at them, their face. that familiar face that their lips know as well as their eyes know. every highlight and shadow that make up that gorgeous structure.
the scruff and the little nook where their nose turns into their cheek. the cheek that they kiss once before they kiss the other.
they're looking at them and saying it with each kiss. they're saying it with each glance into those kind, mischievous, understanding eyes.
they say thank you when their fingers touch and their palms interconnect with each other like pieces of a puzzle.
they say it when they wake up to an arm and a body wrapping its warmth around their arm and their body.
they say it through a shrug of the shoulders. a raised eyebrow. a laugh. a scrunched nose.
thank you. they say.
thank you for being mine. thank you for being you. for letting me in. for wanting me as much as i want you.
thank you for you. and for me. and for you and me being here, together.
