Literature
Dear God
Your laugh rings in my ears sweetly, your inked fingers twined with mine. You smile at me, eyes glowing, and that smile the smile only you can bring out emerges without a thought. I love you so much more than I ever imagined possible, and leaving you will be the hardest thing I've ever done.
I touch your face, cradling your cheek in my hand; you lean into it, eyes soft. I never want to leave this time, this place; I want to stay here, in our home, with you on my lap, happy as hell. I don't want to tell you. But I have too.
I clear my throat, trying to force the lump in it away. "I
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