He loved to watch her. In her manic moments she was like a plane rushing through a cloud, from the ground it looks so delicate but really it's going too fast. The sound of her biting her nails put him on edge, but she only did that when she was nervous, so at least they were on the same page.
He loved being next to her, everything was beautiful. Her eyelashes fluttered as the breeze picked up snow flurries from window sills and the ledges of buildings.
She was soft to touch. Everything upset her.
New York was her favourite place to be, the busyness soothed her mind. She knew people just through looking at them. "They were married young, but they love each other". All of it was important to her, she cared about so much.
They told us everything was like paper to them and they just wanted to tell their story. She loved that, so she started scratching her favourite words into the back of train seats on the way home. People saw, but we didn't care.
"I want you to come everywhere with me".
"I will".
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