When I think of him, I think of when he would stop the kisses for a moment, and lean away.
He'd study my face intently, looking it over.
When he had thoroughly memorized it, a slight smile would start to appear.
It's difficult to describe but it was full of love.
The only time I ever saw that smile was when we were kissing, and he'd look at me.
No camera [to my knowledge] has caught that smile on film, but my eyes caught it and my mind certainly remembers it.
I miss that smile.