They’re so in love.

Young, naive, and giddy. Happily and helplessly consumed by one another, lost in smiles and laughter and anticipation.

Her especially. Sometimes she sinks so deep in the rapture, she’s sure she’ll drown.

And she counts the days. The minutes. The seconds. Waiting for reality to set it.

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