There are certain things that I just adored about Jack.
I loved that when we went to eat that he would share a meal with me.
I loved that he was willing to try new things.
I loved that he was willing and eager to introduce new things to me.
I loved it when he told me stories about his country.
I loved the comfort that I felt with him at every moment.
I loved being in front of him on an escalator and
he’d pull my hair back and kiss my neck.
I loved to hear him say “I love you, babe”
I loved having his hands on me, even when my clothes were on.
I loved showering with him and I am regretful that
we didn’t use that tub for a bubble bath.
I loved just laying in bed with him and talking.
I loved hearing him laugh.
I loved how he would make me laugh.
I loved the way the clicked with each other.
I loved our connection.
I loved standing on a street corner with
my arms wrapped around his waist.
I loved stopping in the middle of a walk for that public display of affection.
I loved that he was never in a hurry to do anything and
if we didn’t do everything he was OK with that.
I loved people watching with him.
I loved feeling like I was the only other person in the room.
I loved the texts he would send me.
I loved being his sweetheart.
I loved that he thought I was funny and witty and smart.
I loved that he thought I was beautiful even without makeup.
I loved that he always shared his breakfast with me.
This list could go on forever ……
……. but I hate that all of this is written in past tense.