The birthmark started it.
The forgotten habits made me suspicious.
The camera proved it.
But the truth is, I knew before I understood.
A face can look the same, a voice can be practiced, and a life can be studied from the outside.
But love lives in smaller places.
The side of the bed someone reaches for without thinking.
The cabinet they open in the dark.
The way a dog recognizes the person beneath the skin.
And in the way your wife hugs you.
