Alisa would never call herself perfect in any way, shape or form. But she knew he wouldn't see it that way. She would endure any pain just as long as she could still be with him. Being without him hurt far more than any suffering anyway. She couldn't even put to words the sensation of joy that rushed through her with every tender kiss, each gentle touch. And each time she parted between kisses, the smile on her lips was the brightest, happiest she ever sported.
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Date: 2018-03-01 02:19 pm (UTC)From: