jeuxsansfrontieres

It was always the little things that stayed with me. The way you'd smile at me after a bad day. They way you'd grab my hand and hold it tightly for no reason. The way your face would light up as you spoke animatedly. The way you'd make a joke when you knew I was upset. The way you'd hold me in your arms without realising what it meant. The way you'd run your hands through your hair. The way you smiled, as if you cared. The way you'd point out the stars in the night sky. The way you'd pick me a flower and place it behind my ear. The way time always seemed to disappear and it was just us. The way you'd hug me, and refused to let me go. The way