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I wasn't worthy
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Jonathan I looked into her hazel eyes, they were bright and soft and filled with her love for me. I wanted to live in this moment forever, to have this woman who had seen all the hurt and still was choosing to love me. I didn't deserve it but for the moment I wanted to bask in its warmth. I wanted to capture it for the time when those hazel eyes would look at me with disdain and pain in them. And I knew they would, there was no changing the future because I had made sure of it. And even if I got a chance I wouldn't change it, not a thing, because I wanted her too much to change anything. “Do you think I can get rid of this anytime soon?” She asked as she held up her hand in a cast, her lips pursed in an adorable pout, making me dip down and kiss her softly. I shook my head. “No. You still have another two weeks before it comes off.”
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