Just as the earth rotates around the sun, spinning-creating days and seasons, without fail.
So does my Mattie evolve each year. Each season. Without fail. And it has begun. Well. Actually, not begun necessarily. It's BEEN 'begun' for a few weeks now.
And the face that will be his for the winter months. Never does he lack handsomeness (is that a WORD!?!?), but now in a different sort of way.
Goodbye my sweet soft touchable face. For now.
Hello, masculine skin that tickles me and leaves kiss marks behind on my skin. I sortof missed you. Sort of.