Ooh, babies! Halfway done!
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Awake, he’s brag and swagger. He’s loud and he moves his arms too much when he talks. He says things he probably shouldn’t and he doesn’t feel guilty about it. He still, after all these years, has the manners of a street urchin. He’s terrible at apologizing. He cracked my best coffee mug and he stretched out my dress shoes because he needed a pair and couldn’t find his own. He loves without reservation or embarrassment. He has to touch and hold the things he loves. None of this has changed from childhood.
Yet, at the end of the day, he’s mine. He chose me and I chose him, and if I stay awake a little longer to watch how his long, dark eyelashes flicker against his cheeks or how his fingers curl in his dreams, well, there are worse ways to end the day.
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So sweet :)
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I just loved each and every little bit of this. I'd start quoting, but then I'd end up quoting the whole thing and, well, you know what you wrote!
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hahaha, oh Puck...
"He loves without reservation or embarrassment. He has to touch and hold the things he loves."
This is so sweet.
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