perfection is being beautifully imperfect

This little video so wonderfully expresses what I miss about my Steve.  Truly, those imperfections are what I miss so much.  I knew every scar on his body.  How ugly his feet were.  The incessant way we would push all my buttons so I would blow up and we could make up.  His forgetfulness.  Him being a morning person...me being a night person.

There are dozens more.

Oh, how I miss them.

How I miss Steve.

More every day.

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Cyna