The whole ride home I can't bare to not feel her-somehow.
She looks at me from the passenger seat, her eyes etching into my skin.
She is mine, always. Simple.
As the car comes to a stop, I look over at her-
My wife, my soulmate, my forever.
A smile forms on my face and suddenly I feel those familiar butterflies.
"Do you trust me Jenny?"
"Well I would hope
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I love it.
More strongly
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So tender, so lovely, so caring, so poetic....
It is like a slow and gentle dance inside their life. Nad their love.
Thank you so much for writing this, it really touched my old heart. So much.
A kiss.
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