He kisses her temple, wraps his arms around her and smiles against her hair, and feels as if his skin is too small for the love inside him, as if the summer sunshine is just an echo of the warmth between them.
There are ifs and maybes and complications. But he loves her, and this is something he's been hoping for for eleven years.
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It is, to him, just fact.
He kisses her temple, wraps his arms around her and smiles against her hair, and feels as if his skin is too small for the love inside him, as if the summer sunshine is just an echo of the warmth between them.
There are ifs and maybes and complications. But he loves her, and this is something he's been hoping for for eleven years.