The one hundred and seventy-seventh thing I love about us is that you are you. There is no one better than you in the whole world.
Well, I know you're just going to argue if I say there is because it's you, so instead I'll say maybe that means we're tied!
Soft, so soft, your lips against mine. I am grazed by their grace and drunk on their wine. We touch and we taste, endlessly divine engrossed...
Well, I know you're just going to argue if I say there is because it's you, so instead I'll say maybe that means we're tied!
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