"I guess....I just thought eventually he'd choose me, so I continuously chose him"
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I leaned back into the cushioned dining chair, one leg tucked under me as I scrolled through my phone, a grin stretching my lips wider with every swipe.
The photos from last week's amusement park trip were pure magic-silly, heartwarming and utterly him. One particular photo had me giggling so hard I nearly dropped my phone.
Oh, my goodness. What is that face, Aadam?!
It was a candid shot Isla had clicked-Aadam standing in front of the bumper cars, his face scrunched in mock terror as I tried to "run him over."
"Baby girl."
I barely heard the voice. My attention was glued to a picture where I had tried to pose all cute, only for him to sneak into the frame with a ridiculous face. I could see his hand reaching to mess up my hair right after.
I'll never win with him, will I?
I swiped to another one, this time of him pretending to wrestle with a stuffed penguin I'd gotten at the rigged claw machine.
He looks so devastatingly handsome even when he's being an absolute goofball.
The next photo made me snort-a candid shot I'd captured when he wasn't paying attention. His mouth was stuffed with candy floss, and he had the audacity to pout for the camera afterward, a pink cloud of sugar framing his lips.
He's such a child sometimes.
The next photo was even better. It was a candid of me mid-bite into a churro, eyes wide in mock horror because he had pretended to snatch it from my hand. My cheeks were puffed out like a chipmunk's, and I had chocolate smeared near the corner of my mouth.
"Oh my God," I whispered, covering my face with my hand. "Why do I even look like this?" But instead of deleting it, I stared at it fondly.
"Princess."
"Hmm?" I replied absentmindedly, my finger hovering over the screen to swipe to the next image.
It was of us, standing in front of the giant Ferris wheel. He had one arm slung lazily over my shoulders, his cheek pressed against mine as he made a goofy face, while I was mid-laugh, looking flustered but so incredibly happy.
Did I really look that happy?
But then again, I wasn't just happy; I was ecstatic. I was incandescently, deliriously, soul-shatteringly happy.
