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February 3, 2015 / ldejong4

Watching football

I like it when he sits there on his armchair watching football, as if for the first time.

Jersey on, beer in hand, crisps on the arm rest.

I like watching his eyes stay glued to the game as his head tilts and slurps.

I catch his chest bounce forward at every strike at goal and every groan that follows.

I like how he barely takes notice of my questions as I sit near him and write.

An emotion is born and leaps out, as if for the first time, ricochets the set and pierces my heart.

He beams at me. He sings. I pretend not to care.

This is love.

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