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He looked at me, eyes wide in awe.

"What?" I asked, my undone, bushy eyebrows raised.

He pinched my cheek and it instantly reddened. "God, you're so beautiful," he sighed.

I only laughed at him. "I am completely make up free, idiot."

He continued to stare at me as if I was a painting in a museum. He then gave me that smile that I know is exclusively for me. "I know."

And with every blink, I fear that this overwhelming love he showers me with might vanish any moment.

It doesn't, though.

I take in his features and every memory I have with him flashed in my mind, and I finally realize what he sees in me.

"I love you too," he replies to my unspoken words.