Falling in love with all over again at the end of each year

As the holidays approach I can't help but think about the moments where we fell in love.  Your phone called after work. Me, running down the longest hall with marble flooring in socks  breaking my neck to get to my phone that was sitting on my hat boxes charging ready for our long night conversations on my balcony... The butterflies all come back... Even from eight winters ago... I love you, Chtistopher Lee then, now and always.