In stories and movies and books and songs and real life, the girl always asks the boy: ”Do you love me?”
In my story, I don’t want to be this girl. I want to be the girl who is loved so visibly and deeply and ferociously and undeniably that she already knows she is loved without ever having to ask or be told.
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