“Noelle—you are the sunshine on a cloudy, grey Portland day. You are the best part of every day, and the only person I want to come home to at night. I know you love words, but there aren’t enough of them in the dictionary, or in all of the romance novels you read, for me to tell you how much I love you. Words can’t possibly express how I feel when I see you smile at the sun, or bite into a freshly baked brownie, or when you lick the spoon of a bowl of frosting.” I smiled. “They can’t explain how I think that my whole life—every choice I ever made—led me to you. If it wasn’t fate that brought
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