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Romance wasn’t in chocolate, it was in the gasp of breath as we came up for air. It
was in the way he cradled my face, the way I traced my finger over the crescent-shaped birthmark on his collarbone. It was in the way he muttered how beautiful I was, the way it made my heart soar.
That was love, wasn’t it? It wasn’t just a quick
drop—it was falling, over and over again, for your person. It was falling as they became new people. It was learning how to exist with every new breath. It was uncertain and it was undeniably hard, and it wasn’t something you could plan for.
