Some
things don't need to be said. I remember when you pulled me beneath
the duvet, whispering conspiratorially, educating me in ways I'd
never imagined. We speak loudest with our bodies, you said; with
those lingering looks and half-hidden smirks, louder than words ever
could.
Over
the years, we barely spoke; never have two people been more in love.
A tilt of your head as I come in for breakfast; you've
got grease down your t-shirt.
Raise my left shoulder, crinkled eyes, wan smile; what,
again? Seems I'll never learn. Back in a minute, love.
With
all those years hardly speaking, you'd think I might've saved up my
words for something important, but I don't think either of us ever
imagined this day. Certainly not so soon, anyway.
There's
nothing more to say. I love you, darling; the rest you've always
known.
Some
things don't need to be said.
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