We look at each other, a sense of love in our eyes.
I can faintly hear him saying, "Mine," under his breath, over and over again.
It's by some strange, force of nature – or perhaps it's merely instinct – that my mouth opens and forms just one single word.
"Yours."
It's a soft whisper, but he hears it.
His smile is blinding and I feel my love for him increase, ever so slightly.
Wait… love?
My breathing hitches.
Yes; I love him. I love this man before me.
Now, I just need to know him… to get to know him.
"Come."
Alrighty. So I'm giving you the next one because... I just am. And then in 3 hours and 20 minutes, I'll give you another because that'll be - technically - the next day... tomorrow.
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