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The back of his fingertips brushed her cheek softly as he stood in frot of her. She had stopped swinging, just to relax and enjoy the gentle breeze that caressed her every so gently. She could see it in his eyes just as well as he could see it in hers. Love. They knew it. They knew how they felt about each other. The air grew cold as he stood in front of her. Words were exchanged. All they wanted was to get to know each other. They just wanted to love each other. To be held. But as the night drew closer their hearts became sad. The gentle blush that warmed her cheeks was fading as tears began to fill her eyes. She knew what was to come. He would have to take her home and leave her for the night, not seeing her till tomorrow. True that it was only one night till he would once again be at her door bright and early, waking her with a knock of the door or ring of the bell for her to jump from bed with no worries of what she looked like, running to the door and into his arms. He breathed gentle hushes as he told her softly not to cry, telling her it was okay. His thumb whipped away the tears that leaked out slowly from her eyes. Her hand reached for his, covering it gently as she pressed her cheek into his palm just as snowflakes began to touch her cheek and fill their hair. The tears began to come to her now, spilling onto her cheeks and down his arms slowly. He smiled as he leaned into her, wrapping his arms around her. “I’m not leavening. This is not good bye. It’s only goodnight, my love.” His fingers twined with hers as he walked her to his car, getting her into the warm air of the vehicle. But the ride was too short. She resented every step she took as she walked up her driveway to her front porch. He followed at her heels with his hands behind his back. The frosty crystals fell so beautifully as he turned her to him to kiss her gently once more. Moving his lips slowly and gently to her ear he whispered, “I love you.” As he pulled a bouquet of roses from his back and placed her hands around the base.
“Here, love, I give you twelve roses. Eleven real and one fake. And the day I stop loving you… is the day the last rose dies.”
