4:20am. Carla ran off to work, oblivious to her own
blur.
I love it, look forward to it, when she forces herself to come into the moment,
to be present. She looks at me, eye to eye, holds my arms, demanding attention... she says "I love you”...
punctuated with a kiss.
A moment, a universe of meaning.
Much more than just a peck on the muzzle.
41 years
I still think she’s hot
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