From The Four Seasons of Dawnyelle.
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I squeezed his hands. “I love you, Justin. So, so much.” I opened my eyes to see wet cheeks and warm, brown eyes staring back at me—with a loving gaze so intense that my heart melted.
“You have no idea how much you mean to me,” he whispered.
“I think I do.”
He smiled, and I wiped away his tears.
Then we stood and walked back to the apartment, hand in hand, and I couldn’t help but think what a lovely thing it would be if,
for the rest of our lives,
we could walk together,
hand in hand.