The feeling of rose petals being scattered around me, tickling me awake from sleep, as you asked whether I was too tired for one more surprise.
The gentle touch of your lips, the softest caress in the world, as I slept in your arms in the restaurant, listening to you speak to your brother, your hand tangling in my hair, one strong arm holding up all my weight.
For Mi Rey, Mi Luna, Mi Corazon:
Te Amo.
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