I slept and dreamt that he was slowly sliding his hands up my shirt as we kissed. I asked him if he ever really loved me? Yes, he said. What are you talking about you perfect thing, he added. It's in each thing that you do. I then whispered, from now on i'm yours. It's a fact between us, even if we never speak of it again.
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