The three hundred and twentieth thing I love about us is imagining the sand beneath our feet in a moonlit desert and knowing how lush and full of life the two of us together would make that beautiful desolation feel.
Not very many people get to be with somebody as wonderful as you, Elle. In fact, I can count them and there are only exactly five besides me...
I would hold your hand and look at the moon and wiggle my toes in that sand for hours.
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