“You once told me you thought you were a lot of nots,” he says. “I want you to know that to me, you’re everything. I love that you’re full of terrible puns that you’re not afraid to follow with profound wisdom.” He thumbs my temple like he’s caressing my mind. “You’re all the shapes made perfectly to hold me, and you’re all my favorite colors.” His lips press against my chin. “You’re definitely my favorite flavor,” he says lowly into my ear, and I feel my laugh rumble through our embrace softly. “I love you so much,” I have to say. “I love you, too. Please bring me home.”
