Part V
He had told her countless times, almost every day, and would probably continue to tell her like the lovesick puppy he was.
He loved her. Everything about her was beautiful to him.
Her shy smile, her blushes, the way her eyelashes touched her cheek: he loved it all, and wanted it all.
So she had said that he was just 'sort of beautiful'. He didn't care. They were together, and he loved her more than she could ever know. It didn't matter what had happened in the past, because they were here now. Everything was perfect. And it was beautiful.
