you never know how much you truly love them until you stand in front of them with the sun behind you and you can see the sun creeping onto their face
so you tilt your head ever so slightly and the warm, orange light drips onto their face and carved out every perfection and lovely imperfection
and they smile slightly because they see you light up because you see the soft curve of every deep brown ring that circles their iris
and their skin glows a thoughtful golden color so you reach out and touch their skin, their hair and you hesitate because you expect them to dissolve into the sunlight
when you touch them but they don't and you love them god, you love them.