When he first said "I love you." she felt nothing.
She felt no rushing of emotions or the universe colliding.
Instead, it was looking back into the confused pools of his mocha-brown eyes and wondering why it mattered so much that she had to say it back to him.
When some words splattered against a request of confirmation seemed like nothing but a fabrication from desperality.
These were tattered words unnecessary to confirm their reality.
Instead, it was hearing the words speak from his eyes and his lips witnessing the beauty of her mentality's catastrophe. When his hands hummed melodies against her anatomy and he could taste every last bit of her warmth's veracity.
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