IT STARTED WITH A LIE AND ENDED WITH US.
My frustration grew sharp — I wanted to count them all, every single one, so that we could have every lifetime the universe could offer.
He laughed softly, cupping my face in his large hands until I was forced to meet his gaze. “It doesn’t matter how many we count,” he whispered. “Our love is infinite. I never counted the good things about you before I decided to love you. I just… loved you. All of you. The annoying, the embarrassing, the ugly, the charming — everything.”
His words silenced me. The night grew still, the stars fading behind the brilliance of his smile. He intertwined his fingers with mine. “A little gesture,” he said, squeezing gently, “is all we need to begin our infinity.”
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