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He presses his face up against mine and I can't help but squeak a little at the contact; because, after all, who can resist such a cute gesture from someone that, a few weeks ago you never would have expected it from.

His breath puffs across my face and I can feel my heart grow and stretch, struggling to contain the intensity of feeling he excites within me. I wrap my arms around him and sigh, absolutely content with all the world, and with everything I find in it; because in this moment there is absolutely nothing wrong with my world.

His lips brush against mine and I lean into our kiss eagerly, wishing to show him through that medium how I feel, the things inside me that no words could ever express.

For explaining it with words is surely impossible; who could ever explain a connection of the soul on a level so deep? It's as if multicolored tendrils of his soul are reaching out and grasping at mine, making my soul and heart his to an extent like never before.

A tear escapes my eye and for a moment he is concerned; but these are tears of such pure joy, such perfect contentment, that there is no need for fear or hesitation. This feeling is what it means to love.

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He presses his face up against mine and I can't help but squeak a little at the contact; because, after all, who can resist such a cute gesture from someone that, a few weeks ago you never would have expected it from.

His breath puffs across my face and I can feel my heart grow and stretch, struggling to contain the intensity of feeling he excites within me. I wrap my arms around him and sigh, absolutely content with all the world, and with everything I find in it; because in this moment there is absolutely nothing wrong with my world.

His lips brush against mine and I lean into our kiss eagerly, wishing to show him through that medium how I feel, the things inside me that no words could ever express.

For explaining it with words is surely impossible; who could ever explain a connection of the soul on a level so deep? It's as if multicolored tendrils of his soul are reaching out and grasping at mine, making my soul and heart his to an extent like never before.

A tear escapes my eye and for a moment he is concerned; but these are tears of such pure joy, such perfect contentment, that there is no need for fear or hesitation. This feeling is what it means to love.