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Your laughter rumbles against my skin.
While pressing kisses into my shoulder you keep saying, over and over, in a ridiculous accent, "Our skin is touching! Our skin is touching!" We both find this inexplicably hilarious.
A few minutes later I remind you of that time you jumped out of bed to grab an old dictionary from my bookcase. You wouldn't quit listing words from the L section.
"Loquacious," you whisper into my ear. I fake an exasperated sigh and push you away, but you pull me right back in.
"Lugubrious," you breathe into the crook of my neck. I collapse into my pillow, laughing.
It seems so silly, written out. But all of this, our history and inside jokes, it has healed me more than you'll ever know.
My cheeks hurt from smiling.
7:07 p.m. - 2023-06-26