Sometimes it's just the simple things that happen so nonchalantly that matter in any real relationship. His glimpses over at me as he drives, air kisses as he pumps gas, pretending to bump my arm on the armrest just to touch me. It's those little interactions that you don't really calculate that mean the most sometimes. It's because he does those things that make me smile and love him even more.
Finger in his hand as he drives towards the beach...
Finger in his hand as he drives towards the beach...
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