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If you could see you threw my eyes, you would see someone with a smile that lights up a room, a laughter so contagious you can’t help but crack a smile, a cute sense of humor that makes you so adorable, a beautiful soul that so unique, it takes you breath away, a good heart that takes time to listen to others and cares about people, handsome as hell. I looked at you and thought your perfect, even your flaws were wonderful. You are so special, you are loved.

Will you promise me one thing, darling? That whenever I forget that I am loved, that I still have a place in this world, you will be here to tell me that I will always have a place to call home, that your arms are the home to my body and your heart, the home to my soul. Will you, darling, be here to remind me that I will still have you even when I have nothing else at all?

He knew why he wanted to kiss her. Because she was beautiful. And before that, because she was kind. And before that, because she was smart and funny. Because she was exactly the right kind of smart and funny. Because he could imagine taking a long trip with her without ever getting bored. Because whenever he saw something new and interesting, or new and ridiculous, he always wondered what she’d have to say about it–how many stars she’d give it and why.