I sit on the couch and tell my mama all about you, even though she already knows.

My cheeks are flushed and my eyes twinkle as I tell her of the little freckles on your cheek and the particular blue of your shirt and the way you say my name and she says you looked happy to see me and it’s all I need, really. To have you be happy to see me. Because you make me happy, too. By virtue of your existence, your light, your true spirit. I feel a kindred soul in yours, let myself settle into my skin. You add value to the numbered march of days. Even if it’s only fifteen minutes on the porch, an afternoon drive to the library, a walk in the dripping sunshine, I glow in my time with you.