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There were times when her heart had nothing to say at all.

And then he would be there, and she would know it because her stomach would tangle, and her heart would sing.

And she didn't know it, but he loved her the way a person loves traveling.

She was a continent and he desperately wanted the compass; no maps, just free roaming.

He wanted her surprises, and he wanted to learn about every destination, every landmark, all of her history.

He wanted her.

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