Old ways…

Its weird how at the end, all that remains are the little gestures that you never paid attention to…

It’s the way my feet always found themselves most comfy, tucked between yours….
It’s the way you always knew what I wanted when I lifted my face to you...
It’s the way you never let my head hit the pillow without your arm under it…
It’s the way I’m still at ease around you…
It’s the way I smile at you even when I’m mad as hell at something you did…

Why does anything else need to matter…