Tears rolled down my cheeks freely, and he smiled and then reached up to wipe them with his thumb.
"You are such a cry baby," he said teasingly. "I am in love with a cry baby."
It only made me cry more, my chest heaving as I wrapped my arms around him.
"It is a good thing I have big hands, right? And I keep them clean. I can wipe your tears whenever. I can make sure you don't have to cry, too. I will make sure you are happy."
My face nuzzled into his neck, and I sighed, closing my eyes. "I feel like I have been waiting half my life for you to love me." I moved, meeting his eyes. "This feeling is worth the wait."
He smiled, then pulled me further, his eyes darting slowly across mine. "I love you," he said again, letting his fingers slowly trace my hair.
He chuckled, his eyes moving
