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I paused, squeezing his hand gently as I gathered my thoughts, wanting to make sure I conveyed everything I felt.
“And thank you,” I went on, my voice soft but earnest, “for letting me be myself, no matter what. You’ve never tried to change me; you’ve accepted every part of who I am, and that means more to me than I can say.”
Michal’s expression softened, his eyes shining with affection. “I love you, baby,” I added, feeling the words resonate in the quiet space between us. It was a simple declaration, but one filled with depth and sincerity.
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