In the little things, in the most mundane objects: a hot cup of coffee, a morning phone call, a crumpled bus ticket

in the simplest and laziest of days spent on the couch, watching sitcoms for hours

in the long stretch of a comfortable silence, punctuated by gazing eyes and grazing skin

in the few millimeters of distance between us when sitting side by side, reading books, lost in different worlds

in the words you do not write, in what you do not say —

I find love.


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