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“Good,” I said, kissing her forehead. “Because I’m all in.”
She looked up at me with a smile so full and bright it put the fireworks to shame.
And in that moment—standing in the middle of my hometown with the woman I’d wanted since I was seventeen curled in my arms, the new year blazing above us—I knew exactly what the future held.
Not perfection. Not certainty.
But us.
Choosing each other.
Every damn day.
And that was more than enough.
