So now, here I sit, perched on the edge of a floral print couch, watching two people I know virtually nothing about, float across the cherry hardwood floors in the gentlest sway I’ve ever seen. Their noses are kissing, eyes shining into each other’s souls as their lips move in a beautifully private conversation. They’re oblivious to my spying eyes - as they should be in an ambrosial moment like this. His arms are wrapped tight around her, her palms resting on his chest as if she can’t fathom the thought of not touching him. My chest tightens. The sight is too tender, too raw and real. The love
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