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“Oooooooooh,” they smiled - a bright thing to shine on their face. I couldn’t help but notice the way their lips curled upwards, the way their eyes shine and the wrinkles in their face. Couldn’t help but notice how dazzling they look when they smile. I’m looking at them again. They’re smiling again - their lips are curled into a happy curve and the warmth in their gaze as they look at me is enough to start a fire. They’re chuckling - their shoulders shaking softly, the sound like a gentle rhythm to my ears. I opened my eyes, slowly. Blinked away the sleep from them a few times. I see their face, just a few inches away from mine. A sleepy murmur slipped past their lips - and I couldn’t help but chuckle fondly. But then, impossibly, they smiled in their sleep. Then, impossibly, they chuckled. Another sleepy murmur slipped by them; a nonsensical, ridiculous, beautiful sound. They’re laughing. I made them laugh. Their face is lit up like a thousand sunlights. The sound of their laughter filled the air like a thousand melodies. The warmth - the shining warmth - in their eyes made me melt to their very core. I was a candle in their fire and I was relishing every minute of it.
They have their arms wrapped around me. I have my arms wrapped around them. Our foreheads are pressed together - the closeness of them with me and me with them and us together and we.
“I love you,” they murmur to me. I chuckle.