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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.

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