this is the dirty truth.

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I love when he smothers me with kisses. It's rare he does it rather than I to him, but when he does, it brings me so much joy. I walk home with a smile on my face and a fast pounding heart, because I know he loves me. When he's resting beside me and I point out the tiny smile creeping on the corners of his lips, he says, "It's because I'm happy." And I know I am the reason for that happiness and that is all I could ever ask for. That is all I've ever asked for; for someone to need me in some way; for someone to find me important; to be a necessity in someone's life. Well, I have that now and to make things even better, I don't doubt it.