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The Day After

Woke up to rain, the smell of freshly washed grass. Felt groggy. Felt numb, throbbing pain throughout. Felt sore, felt tired, felt warm, felt good.

‘Good morning Beautiful. Happy birthday.’ Whispered. Kissed, hugged, caressed, embraced, loved.

‘I love you Baby. Marry me?’ A statement or a question, can’t decide. Swirling thoughts and dizzying emotions. Left breathless. A simple band of silver produced. ‘Forever always.’ Tears spill, nodding furiously.

‘Yes, yes, yes!’ Kissed passionately all over. Returned the favor. Exchanged the love.

‘I love you. Marry me.’ Definately a statement. No doubt.

‘Yes. I love you.’

Sounds of rain fills the room the day after.

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