Love, Love, Love
She loves the way that his hand fits in hers.
She loves the way he gently caresses her cheek.
She loves his hands. The way that his fingers are calloused from playing the guitar for so many years.
She takes his hand in hers and traces the callouses with her fingers ever so lightly.
He chuckles and smiles down at her. She looks back up at him and smiles.
"I love your hands." She says innocently. She looks down and blushes.
"You love my hands?" He asks. She nods.
"Well I love yours to." he says smiling as he traces the lines on her hand.
She loved the way it felt like every kiss was their first and how each time it was soft, sweet, and passionate.
She loved the way it felt like she was made to lay in his arms.
She loved him as she walked down the isle with her father by her side.
He grabbed her hand and traced her hand and she loved the way it felt as his callouses touched her skin..
She loved it when he touched his lips with hers it was passionate yet just as sweet.
She loved how when they shared their first dance she fit just as perfectly into his arms.
She loved to love the boy that had captured her heart so many years ago when they sat by the lake and he played her their song.