It was the fluid way that she walked that did him in first.
She moved ike a model or a deep sea princess.
His eyes flickered back towards the spot on his bed that she used to lay on, long auburn hair twisting under the burden of a sleeping body, and smooth, just long enough arms wrapped tight around his waist.
It was only now that he realized how much he loved her, how much he adored the little things, like how she'd perch herself on the counter with a glass of wine and joy that will last so many nights, almost endless really.
He missed the way that her teeth clamped down over her lip as she'd draw, concentrating on getting everything right with crinkled eyes, and how when she'd finish the masterpiece, she'd show it off to him and then lean on his side as if she were absolutely exhausted and fall asleep there.
Ludwig loved how she'd convince him that the gym really wasn't all that important and how cuddles and sweets on the couch was the right way to go.
He loved how she'd play with the dogs and yet grumble at other times about how much they should get a cat or two or three or however many that she'd fall in love with.
Ludwig loved how she'd twirl her hair whenever she was bored and just distracted enough to search for some new, brilliant distraction.
He loved how she'd stand on her tip toes to kiss him, pressing closer, memorizing planes that he wasn't even sure existed on his face, already content to savor every inch and minute of proximity.
Ludwig loved how she'd drag him back to bed, so that they never left, too busy cuddling and holding each other closer than anything.
He loved how she laughed, throwing her head back, bright curls dancing, and how whenever she laughed, her eyes sparkled like priceless gems.
Ludwig loved how she cuddled against him, kissing his muscles every now and then, to 'relax' them as it had to be tough on them sometimes.
Some days, he'd doubt that she was really in her mid to late twenties, and yet he'd see how she is her age in other moments with startling maturity, a deeper understanding, and naturally kisses that she had to be her to pull off.
He smiled for a moment, but could not quite bring himself to write her, wondering if she'd answer back if he'd ever work up the nerve to actually send her a letter that definitely would never capture exactly who she is.