As a tear rolled down her cheek and landed on her lips, he reached up and wiped it away with his gentle finger tip. Her face was red from crying, he held her so tight with everything he had - didn't let her go until she was no longer sad. Listened to every word she said and showed her that he cared and told her that he loved her and let her know that he'd be there. Listened to her heart beat and smiled as he hugged her... and he did all of these things because he truly loved her
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Thoughts
RandomYou're an artist," I tell him. "How so?" "You paint a smile on every face you come across," I say, "but there's always a twist with artists." "What's my twist?" "You never paint a smile on yourself."
