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Swoon.
Your hand on mine for the briefest instant when I pass you the book.
The rush of your air when our personal spaces collide accidentally.
The surprising softness of your sofa.

Swoon.
The naughty wink you give me as you do something cheeky in public.
Bed head because you didn’t want to be late.
Your slow smile.

Swoon.
Matching my vocabulary to yours.
The way you say my name.
Saying yours.

Swoon.
Hugging, kissing, finally learning you.