To Make A Billionaire Regret
Every time I heard it, my lips would curl instinctively, like her laugh was some kind of trigger for dopamine.
It was always like that. Loving her was the easiest thing to do. It was insane how my heart found it so easy to love her, no matter what–even when she was away. Even when she was being too stubborn and difficult. Even when she wasn’t mine.
If someone asked me to list the things I loved about my wife, I’d be going on for years, noting every little thing. But if they asked me why I loved my wife, I’d have no answer because even if the list didn’t exist, I’d still love her. I had given my heart to her a long time ago, and knowing my wife, she’d never give it back.
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