Adorable

I write about your beautiful eyes, your gorgeous smile. Heck, I've even written about your pleasing posterior (at least once)… Truly you are one of the great beauties of the modern era.

But you're also just… cute as a damn button.

One of the last times we talked, it was the four of us walking abreast. You peeked around him and asked me how I liked my new car (by the way, did you almost say “ridiculous car”? I've never known you to stutter before…). In that moment, grinning while you talked, all I could think of was how frickin' adorable you were.

Maybe it's the grin. Playful, with just a hint of mischief.

A few moments later, the setting sun caught your eyes just so, and the beautiful woman returned.

I don't know if the distinction even makes sense outside of my love-addled mind, but I can't not see you both ways. Aphrodite and Hestia. Audrey and… well, Audrey, in fact.

Either way, I just can't stop thinking of that beautiful smile, that playful grin… I'd give anything to see them more, every day if I could, if you'd show them to me. And what bliss it would be to be the one who makes them appear… Can I do that? Can I try?