Over the next week or two, we go to the park, the youth club and the Rio.
Being with Julie doesnt lose any of it's wonder or sheer unbounded joy.
I love being able to sit in the youth club meetings with her and put my arm around her shoulders or have her cheekily tug me, when I'm playing pool, and then kiss me.
I love the fact that she looks like she does and chooses to be with me.
I love the quieter moments. The smell of her (indian oils) and of the spring air when we walk together.
And, still, of course, I love kissing her.
Sharing the softest and most wonderful moments together with someone so utterly alive.
And she feels just the same about me.
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