The silky, silky softness of the palm of your hand and the sweetness of having you place it against my cheek when you want my attention in earnest.
The little hollow in the back of your neck that for some reason always smells uniquely of you and milk.
The giving plumpness of your still baby cheek. I wouldn't stop kissing it ever if things did not have to get done.
The way you say "I duv you mami" because I duv you the same way back my janum san. With everything, I love you. With all that and more. Were I stripped away of all that can be taken, that love would still remain, unaltered, always there, only for you.