Those tainted nights burn in my brain like the vodka on your lips. I'd drink too much wine, you'd take too many shots; but our inebriation didn't affect the romance between us. You'd kiss my forehead and tuck me in before crawling into bed with me. "You're too special," you'd tell me. I never understood how you thought you didn't deserve me. You're still the greatest thing that's ever happened to me, my love. I've never been one for religion but I find myself praying for you every night.
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