There's something about the moment in which you realize how much you love the way his t-shirt smells and feels against your cheek.
We were stretched out on my futon, a soft quilt cresting over us, talking. When he talks, it's almost as if he's writing with permanent marker on my mind. And I love to let him. But it was late Sunday night, and we
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I love you
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And, for the record, I could say the same for you :-)
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