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As we are walking home hand in hand,
I can’t help but think about our futures.
I squeeze her hand and her eyes meet mine.
They are a deep, sparling brown that I could get lost in.
She stops walking and turns to me.
She raises her hand to my cheek,
Then gently pushes my hair behind my ear.
She whispers the three words I’ve been longing to hear.
I can feel my heart skip a beat,
And can hear my breath catch in my throat.
I slowly pull her towards me and kiss her soft lips.
I whisper those three words back to her.
And I mean them.

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