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Dec 2018
Holding her hand, that silky petite hand, her gorgeous lips, dripping from the cold, wet winter rain. Her velvet brown hair blowing in the wind as we run towards the shop front for shelter. But I stop, grabbing her arm. I take both her hands in my mine, keeping them protected. I take a deep breath and watch the droplets of water fall from her hood onto her cheeks. Those eyes, those beautiful hazel eyes, complimented by those long long eyelashes. She smiled her bright little smile.. And it was then I said. I love you.
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