The Real Deal.

He takes my hand.
Grips it tightly.

We begin to run.

We laugh.
And laugh some more.

My heart starts pounding.
Not from the running.

We stop.
He looks in my eyes.

He whispers he loves me.
His warm breath tickles my ear.

Moisture dampens my eyes.
Tears of joy start to spring loose.

He wipes it away.
So gentle.

I bring him close.
Hands and arms embrace everything they can.

My heart beats.
His heart beats.

I release him.
His clothes slightly wrinkled.

“I love you too.”
“I know you do.”

He smiles.
I melt.

“Kiss me.”
He does.

Nothing more to say.
Except for:


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