“You’re crying again,” she whispers.” “I’m so happy that it hurts,” I admit, pulling away enough to look into her eyes. “And I’m so in love with you that it might kill me.”
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“You’re crying again,” she whispers.” “I’m so happy that it hurts,” I admit, pulling away enough to look into her eyes. “And I’m so in love with you that it might kill me.”