My hand raised slowly and my fingertips caressed the glass between us. I could see the blurred motion of her body as she played with her hair behind the fogged window. The warm droplets of water splashed against my back and they felt like her lips against my skin when I closed my eyes. She said something, but the water devoured her voice and I comically smiled over the door like a playful child. Without saying anything she knew I loved her, but as I fell back behind the door I said it anyways. She smiled.
Watching her smile was the best part of my day. Seeing the dimples on her face told me that I had done something geniunely good.
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