Going Our Separate Ways
After finishing up work, I climbed into bed, wrapped my arms around my soft, sweet wife, and kissed her on the cheek.
“Grace,” I whispered, “meeting you is the greatest blessing of my life.”
Grace snuggled closer into my chest, her voice soft and full of emotion. “I feel the same, honey.”
Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the city lights twinkled in the night. Inside, only the sound of quiet breathing filled the room. The warmth of love lingered in the air.
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