The two hundred and seventy-third thing I love about us is looking back at our old pictures together. Yours are all so very perfect, and you always say just the right thing about how fucking hot I look in mine.
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...
That's totally how you look in all your pictures.
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