White Kiss

The way she stares at you with those smiling shining eyes. The way she intermittently giggle. The way she craftily caresses your back when she passes by your side. The way she lightly touches you with the tip of her fingers. The way she messes up with your hair. The way she shyly holds your hand by the fire. The way she talks. The way you listen.

"But the Sun will shine tomorrow, that's a given," stating.

"No, that's a gift, I love the feeling of the sunlight rubbing my face... every single day, it's unique. I love the way her eyes smile at me... every single time, it's unique," he paused. "Of course, you can always think in terms of givens... and miss her."