It started with a kiss.
One day, after so many kisses, I am talking about celebrations,
how I have a sad habit of missing my own.
Serkan says even a kiss can be a celebration.
He always says the right thing.
My feet touch the ground again, my heart breathes in.
I have never known anyone so kind, so honest, so patient or so loving.
Sometimes I may forget to say: You are my light.
...sealed with a kiss.
2 comments:
so happy for you . . . and how badly I want that kind of love!
you will know such love, dear claire! i miss you and our girl time!!!!
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