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surrounded by five versions of the same man, kendall finds herself appalled by their offerings. pizza, a sundae, flowers, and marriage.

“what’s he have that i don’t, sweetheart?” dante one through five all ask her at the same time about each other.

one has a heart that remains tender despite the hardships he’s faced through his life even if his smile is dim. the one just beneath him has a boyish grin and what he lacks in shirt he makes up for in personality. the final in the group of three has the largest heart of all that he conceals beneath the odd joke and casual banter.

the two opposite them have the wisdom that comes with age and hearts that beat passionately, wry smiles and twinkling blue eyes that only seem to get better as they get older.

but they all have one undeniable truth in common — as long as they have her, they aren’t missing a thing.

you look like you’ve eaten the sun, like you drank so much sunlight you’re drowning in it — yves olade, when rome falls

Y'all are about to be TIRED of all the Tamsy art I have about this fic istg