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I have studied his face to the smallest detail: the eye lashes in his eyes, the curves in hi nose, the lips in smile, and the smile on his face. I have seen that smile sipping margaritas, in listening to me and even in his sleep I have seen his smile.
I wish I had more of a hard drive for a brain where I could keep these mental shots I take of him here and there, because if I don't make the effort, if I don't recall it often enough, that smile starts drifting away from my memory.
Still, I can recreate that smile in my sleep. Sleeping, or not... Thinking he will wake up and kiss me as I would like him to. I can see it when I daydream about it and imagine that smile turns into something else as he realises I was longing for it. That smile... My secret...