Tilting her head up, she looks into my eyes, then she squeezes my hand. Because she’s here; she’s got me. And she does, all of me. Everything I am, everything I have or will have, is already hers. This girl. This blue-eyed, black-haired girl, who had no one and wanted nothing, chose me. She let me in, let me love her. And she loves me back just as hard. She’s my everything and I’m her only. I squeeze her tighter, pulling her closer. “I love you, baby.”
