Her face, her smile, her laugh
What a strangely beautiful experience, and a weird thing that I'm about to say, to look at one person's face and think "This is the best face in the world."
But it's true, it's what I believe. Your smiling eyes connect with my brain like no other. A simple happy look from across the room as you pour me a coffee or on a busy street in Hanoi as I nervously find a moment to cross it to join you.
I look up photos on my phone of you, of us. It always makes me happy. If you're not near me, and I need a pick me up, I can just look at an image. Of course I can call you too, but the fact that a picture can have a real impact is amazing, I think.
What's even better than that is making you laugh. The tone of your voice, the way in which you laugh, it's the sweetest sound I know. Here I go again with the cheesiest of cheese. But again, I'm stating facts here, woman.
Maybe this is why I deliver endless dumb jokes, a never ending stream of nonsense, because your laughs make my heart grow. I love it so much.
Please never stop laughing at the silly things I say, and please never stop smiling at me just for the heck of it. And please when see yourself in the mirror, know that I wouldn't change a thing about you.