"But Emma do you love him?"
The answer was simple, yes. Yes, of course I love him.
I love his dark skin that seems perfect when it's next to mine.
I love his rough hands.
I love how he would grab me.
I love his unique whistle that helped me fall in love.
I love him.
I love his kisses and how they made me believe that this was right.
I love the way he looks at me.
I love when he smiles for, what seems to be, absolutely no reason.
I love his lips and how they would touch my lips, my forehead, and my hands.
I love him.
I love the random surprises.
I love his beard.
I love his dark hair that was so easy to play with.
"Yes."
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