Little Reminders

A pre-bday drabble for MsKathy.  Posted here because FFn is a fail whorebag.

I was one of the lucky ones. After all our years together, Carlisle was still a romantic, and I ate up every second of it.

He’d leave me pieces of himself all over the house.

A love note written on a foggy bathroom mirror.

A heart drawn in the sugar bowl.

A flower delivery in the middle of the day on some random Tuesday.

We still kissed, still danced, still held hands at the movies.

I cooked, he cleaned.

I folded laundry, he put it away.

We were a team and a love story.

Together we had everything and more.