- His Puppy Dog Face -
Gosh that face. He still makes it with me. And he doesn't even realize it.
I would be sitting with my friends during lunch and he'd approach, with that puppy dog face up: brown eyes shining, lips parted, cheeks with a slight tint of cherry red.
"Will you walk with me?" he'd ask.
Or he'd just open his arms, puppy dog face still intact. And I'd melt into them. I would.
That puppy dog face popped up all the time. It still does.
You can't say no to it. You can't.
Gosh.
I Love Him.
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