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“It’s you,” he says quietly, his smile soft and his eyes softer. “The magic is you.”
Her kisses mean as much and yet more than they did when we first shared them; now they are for skinned knees and bedtime and stolen moments on the couch and every blissfully normal thing in between that I wouldn’t have if not for her. And I haven’t, for one moment, ever stopped being in awe of her.