It was the night of our second anniversary, and things ended up quite different from the way we would have liked them to. Dinner wasn’t in that place we were really hoping to go back to, and we talked about things we weren’t really ecstatic on talking about. It was a bit far from the sweet and happily-ever-after way that dinner dates and anniversaries usually go, but, you know what, somewhere along the way I think I fell in love with her even more.
Who is she whose spirit was as free as the haze that cuts across the night sky? Who is she whose will was as fierce as the darkness of evening twilight? Her heart was as tender as the silver moon. She was free to go anywhere her heart desires. She can choose to have anything she can dream of. And yet, she’d rather have me.
I guess I’m caught right there, again, with no hope whatsoever.
I'm hers, now, always.
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