“Don’t you love me?”
“I can tell you that you occupy the dawn and dusk of my thoughts, the darkest corners and the brightest landscapes of my mind; you steal my breath, and return it all the sweeter; you make me feel like I might die from an overabundance of life. Is that what love is?”
“I don’t know.”
“Then how can I possibly answer?”
My microfic from earlier seems to have struck a chord, that's nice ^.^
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@Alisca Truly I am blessed :D (Thank you!)