It's been three weeks since the party.
Edward and I haven't spent a day – or night – of it apart.
He's slowly put the pieces of my life together in a more complete puzzle.
Yet there's something still missing.
Something I have been biding my time with but am finally ready to face.
Enjoying dinner outside, I sip my wine, imbibing courage.
Taking my hand in his, he eyes me curiously.
I smile, kissing his knuckles.
"I love you, Edward," I whisper.
A soft gasp escapes his lips before he claims my own, murmuring against them, "I love you, too, Jazz."
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
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Finally the declarations of what they always knew deep down inside. I'm a happy girl.
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