- You are a beautiful man, I said.
You glanced at me. We were no more than a meter from each other but in the sea where distances are something else. We were swimming. Nobody swims together.
- You say that every time, we've argued, you said.
But you are beautiful and it does make you happy when I tell you.
- Do I?
Maybe I did and maybe you think it's to soften you? Maybe. Before that there is the need for finding you beautiful again. So I look for it. Because when we argue your eyes are just eyes, even your mouth is just a mouth and I can be looked at by you, but I can't be kissed.
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