The things we used to do

We could spend hours sitting next to eachother not talking, but understanding everything, I'd have my hand around her, I'd tease her, she'd chuckle but she'd return the affection. Snuggling with me, or sitting opposite from eachother with our knees and legs interlocked talking, me tickling her legs. Her hair would always get in my face, and it always smelt perfect, her face, her pout, her smile, her reluctance to smile when I teased. Me playing with her tiny fingers, taking her ring on and off, and staring at her eyes, rarely looking back at me but when they did they locked for what seemed like an eternity. Her playful chuckle when she knew she'd taken the banter too far and might have offended me, and her apologies filled with things that make me smile and forget whatever it was she said. The way she playfully struggled in my arms for a few seconds then held onto me tighter than I was holding her. Her chin digging into my chest. He "hmph's" and "wah's", her distress when her hair straightener had broke and she was running late. She was and is perfection, and taught me what love is.