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8- Roger Taylor

We both sipped elegantly on the wine, barely drinking any of it from the gold-encrusted glasses. In another place other than this incredible posh restaurant, we'd have both gulped it down with no worries. But of course, every place has its etiquette.

One of his arms was gently wrapped around my silk-draped waist, a plus-side provided by the fact that we'd picked seating beside each other, instead of facing each other like most couples would. It felt far more intimate like that; further proven as his tender touches continued to remind me of why we were there.

"You make me so happy," his blinding grin came as he spoke quietly, those brilliant sapphire eyes of his twinkling with grandoise greater than of the dinner we just had, "I don't think I ever knew such happiness before you. Such power in you."

Lifting my hand to place it on his perfectly shaved cheek, he leaned into my touch in an endearing way that left my heart thumping wildly as I struggled to form words---struggling, not out of incapability, but out of sheer wonder.

"Roger, you've blessed me," I whispered, rubbing his cheek as I wondered how on earth was one man able to be so beautiful, "How one person could be as sweet and caring as you are, I've no idea."

"You do deserve it, sweetheart," he chuckled, as his palm met the back of my hand, calloused hand on small soft one, "You bring out the best in me. I want to offer you everything that is good in the world."

"And that's you, Roger," my voice wavered as my emotions nearly caused tears to surface, "The fact that you still are the same gorgeous man I met on an unsuspecting Sunday afternoon 6 years ago...it just goes on to prove how incredible you are."

"I still find it odd how you still love me when you know how stubborn and hot-headed I am," Roger's lips pulled back into a lovely smile, one hand falling to rest on my dress-clad thigh, "When you're just absolutely perfect."

"Because I'm not perfect, and your impatience? That's what makes you you, who in every sense of the world completes me," I simply wrapped my arms around his neck, his long golden locks seeming like a halo for my angel.

He leaned in to kiss me, first barely brushing his lips against mine, before lovingly molding them together; like an ancient dance we both knew and memorized, we fell back to play to the music in our heads, as we, for the 2190th day of our lives, fell in love with each other.

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