He dances in and out of the room and back in again. He's so happy it's infectious.
I love the smell of him as he wraps me up in his arms. I love the feel of his heart beating against my chest and the tug on my lower lip as he pulls back from a kiss. I know and love every bit of him.
But most of all, I love that he loves me.
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it's so sad to look back and see where I used to be
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