October 28, 2015
In a dream, we are on a couch that's too small. You're laughing about something Vic Sotto said on TV, and I'm looking at your face like a child admiring bright lights. See, when you laugh this way--your nose scrunched up, your eyes closed, your mouth wide open, and your head tilted back, I still get smitten. You look different, you look free. And I know that face is just for me. Forgive my arrogance, but you don't do this when with other people. You have a different laugh with them. But with me, there's this. I love you.