When you held me close and told me you loved me, I cried.
I couldn't help it-- the tears came forth of their own accord. Maybe it's because I haven't felt so truly happy in a very long time, and until last night I didn't realize how much I have yearned to. I don't know why you chose to tell me how you felt last night, and honestly? I don't care.
You love me. And really, what else matters than that?
I told you I wanted a little girl. You said you would give me one someday.
I'm holding you to that promise, if that's alright with you.
Do me a favor: don't ever leave me.
I told you I wanted a little girl. You said you would give me one someday.
I'm holding you to that promise, if that's alright with you.
Do me a favor: don't ever leave me.
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thank you so, so much. lately i've been in this phase where i'm just like, wow, my writing sucks. to hear that it helped you so much.. that's insane. it's everything i ever wanted to do with my writing. so thank you for your praise, and i am so happy that it helped you.
i'll be back to read more :)
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