Sunday kind of love

Our love lives in the quiet, private moments of our life together: in our devotion to saying good morning and good night, your hand on my knee as we drive down the highway, my leg resting against yours when we sit on the couch.

I was just thinking about how many people are in the world, you say. There are so many people. And then there's you.

And oh, there is you, my love.


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