There are (lots of) times where I was mentally capturing your image; the way you pursed your lips, stretching your arms/body, the way you made (embarrassingly cute) faces and sounds, and there and then I was reminded of how much I love you so much that I even go even further imagining your older-bald-and-grey-hair version and I ask myself, will I love you the same way as I do now? Will I love your hair and skin and everything you are then as I do now?
And yet, as always,
I will.
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