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“Obviously.”
He presses his lips to my shoulder, draws a little infinity sign around my belly button. “Let me try, Dyani. That’s all I’m asking. That you let me try.”
And because I’ve never been able to say no to this man—this beautiful, perfect man whom I love more than my own life—I nod. We’re two parts of the same whole, two souls with the same origin. I don’t know if we’ll be able to walk the same path, am terrified that life and circumstances will rip us apart, but I want to try.
I need to try.
“I love you,” I tell him, pressing my lips to his.
“I’ve always loved you,” he answers.
And for now, for today, that’s good enough. The future can take care of itself.
