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She looks up at me and I wonder for the millionth time, "Does she know?"

Does she know that I constantly run my fingers through her hair because it reminds me that she's still here, she hasn't disappeared yet.

I kiss her forehead because it's her mind that I've fallen in love with.

I kiss her cheeks because it's her smile that lights up my entire life.

I kiss her ears because she's the only one who listens without any judgement.

I kiss her forearms because her scars only add to the beauty she possesses.

I kiss her chest because it holds her heart, the only thing that can shatter mine.

I kiss her stomach because she claims she's fat so I need to show her that I love her for what she has.

I kiss her thighs not because I want to devour what's between them, but because I respect it.

I kiss her calfs because they're strong and are willing to carry me when I can't get up.

But ...
I'm terrified of her feet because if they ever chose to walk out of my life

Life as I know it will be hell.