The best I can do is pull her into another hug. So I do. I hold her tight. Breathe in her scent. Feel her warmth. My hands are running up and down her back, like I’ve done many times before, only this time I’m thinking about what’s beneath my fingers, beneath the clothes. Thinking about all that she’s been through. I don’t think I’ve ever met a stronger person. My chest fills with something I’ve never felt before, and fuck, I knew I loved her, but this is stronger than that. I really love her. I’m in love with her. I never thought I’d be feeling anxious and uncertain when I finally found
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