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May 28
He leaned against the wall above me, one arm over my head and as he looked down I said “this is it.”  

“What?” He looked into my eyes as if there was a teleprompter inside with the answer scrolling on dim explaining what I meant.

“This…” I lose track of my words while meeting his gaze.

“This. Is as happy as I get.”
He leaned in and kissed me.
Thinking of You
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Thinking of You
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