Random Scrawl

I saw it in her eyes when she blinked up at me, tapping her finger on the cherry wooden tabletop, utterly uncaring for the ringing of the kettle that signalled the start of the new day–she loved me. She adored me. Beyond conscious reason. Beyond any and all doubt. Every layer I’d shown and each she had yet to see. And I knew…

Life would never be the same.

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