I bury my face into the rack of your neck, taking in your scent—this scent, I will always remember. Though, again, this dumb question pops up in my head, will you love me to the end, even if I wasn’t young and beautiful? Ugh! I already know it, you will…. Or will you? I think to myself, as my arms wrap tighter around you. I then, finally, after 5 years of being in a relationship, I ask, my voice barely a whisper.. do you love me? Will you even if I’m no longer young and beautiful?
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