You're sitting next to me, just beaming. How are you not an angel? Your beauty surpasses anything known to man. You lean over to me and kiss my cheek. I know what you're trying to do. I can't help but smile, but I don't say anything. A few minutes later you lean over again and rub your nose against mine.
Memory floods my mind and my smile returns, uncontrollable and real. So much good is attached to my memories of you. So many incredible times.
I snap back to reality but the memories remain. How could I ever forget?
You ask me what's wrong. You say I'm acting weird and different. Maybe I am, but nothing is wrong. My mind is racing. I'm here. With you. What else could I possibly want?
I have my Hannah.
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