When one spends her adolescence reading romance novels and watching too many movies, one starts to desire certain physical acts of affection that one reads about or sees. Do these things really happen in real life? With Tyler, they do.
Forehead kisses
There's not much of an explanation for this. Tyler kisses me on the forehead. While we're standing in the kitchen, while we're sitting on the couch, while we're falling asleep. It is sweet and romantic. An innocent expression of love. And it's something I've always wanted from my boyfriend.
For about ten years, I was disenchanted with the whole idea of romance. So forehead kisses were put in the dustbin along with hand holding and slow dancing. They came to be something that happened in fiction and with "really corny people who are putting on a show." But no one is around when Tyler kisses me on the forehead. He does it because both of us like it. Or maybe it's a compulsion for him. It's just one of the ways he shows me he loves me. And I appreciate it very much. Sometimes the littlest, seemingly unimportant things mean the most. I will never take forehead kisses for granted.
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