Be mine

The constant toggle between whom to love, and the repetitive mistake of loving the wrong one.

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"Connor, you know you can ask me anything. I'm always here for you." She said as she squeezed my hands tight.

"Will you be mine?"

"What?" She asked, half shocked and elated at the same time.

"Be mine?" I repeated.

She broke into a huge smile as she clasped my face in her hands and pulled closer towards me. Without hesitation, she edged closer and her lips met mine once against. Her body shifted as she sat on my lap, facing me. As we broke apart, I pushed her hair back and kissed the tip of her nose.

"I'm guessing that's a yes?"

"Of course." She laughed as she continued embracing me.