“I love you too, babe.” I kiss the top of her head and hold her close, just enjoying the feeling of her in my arms.
“If you’re finished in there I’d like to see about a dress,” someone calls from the other side of the curtain, and Val stiffens in my arms.
She looks up at me with wide eyes, and when I shrug, we both fall into a fit of giggles like we’re teenagers. Maybe we still are, because the longer I’m with her, the younger I feel. Something about Valerie’s love is the fountain of youth, because no matter how long I’ve been looking at her, she’s still as beautiful as the day we met.
Maybe it’s my soul that sees her and not just my eyes, and I’m okay with that.
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THE END!