“Will you marry me?” he asked.

Will I marry you… Will I marry you?

You are the oxygen that I need to breathe. You are of the sweet honey that melts on my tongue, you are the burning fire that feeds my belly.

 I will marry you until the very last breath escapes my lips.

“Yes,” I told him.

“Yes, I will marry you.”

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