17 | he loved

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He loved how his name rolled off her tongue,
dripping with love and emotion.

He loved how agitated she got,
her eyebrows knitting in concentration,
as she struggled to open a jar of pickles,
then finally giving up after the hundredth time and letting him do it instead.

He loved how she cussed like a sailor when she watched football with him,
and yet sobbed when her favourite character died in the novel she was reading.

He loved how she hugged him
after a long, hectic day
as he listened to her heartbeats,
savoring each second.

He loved and he loved and he loved.

And he wept and he wept and he wept..

And as much as he loved, as much as he wept as he fell over the tombstone.

And he watched heartbreakingly
as earth mocked him,
refusing to give back
the woman he loved..

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With love,

-With love,

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