You tell me I'm beautiful when I sing out Hallelujah. Hallelujah. I think you're beautiful when you smile as you strum your guitar and gaze out the window at leaves turning green in the spring sky. You sing about a girl you used to love as you sing for the one you love for now. I sit curled in our blue love seat, blankets surrounding my every inch and watch as you throw another log on the fire. The heat intensifies as I wonder and wait for how long you will stay. You look into my eyes and I see the question asked without any words. I don't know the answer so I look away, watching burning embers light. You begin to play another sad song and I feel an emptiness not found for quite some time. It's disappointing that it has made it's way back into my heart. I watch your fingers run against the strings imagining they run against my skin. It is too much to think of right now so I close my eyes and clutch fleece fabric flung around me. It becomes silent and I feel your breath against me and I open my eyes and you are right there. You tell me I'm beautiful and throw another log on the flame. Hallelujah.
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