She plucked a rogue eyelash from his cheek and leaned in close with it balancing on the end her finger.
"Make a wish," she said.
"I wish you'd get that thing out of my face," he responded without skipping a beat.
And that, my friends, is precisely why she loved him so.
Tuesday, December 28, 2010
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Aww. This is lovely.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Elissa!
ReplyDeleteNext time I see you, I'm proposing.
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