“I love you,” I whisper. “You could throw my entire world into upheaval, and I would still love you. You could keep secrets, run a revaluation, frustrate the shot out of me, probably ruin me, and I would still love you. I can’t make it stop. I don’t want to. You’re my gravity. Nothing in my world works without you.” “Gravity” he whispers, a slow, beautiful, smile curving his mouth. “
— Jan 11, 2025 04:12PM
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