Her eyes lit up at that.
“Oh, I love the sound of that.”
“I love that you love the sound of that,” I teased.
“I love you.” She smiled, and her cheeks tickled that rose color I loved.
“I love you too.” I was about to make the outline on her painting for her wings, but I stopped. I stopped and looked from her to the painting and smiled wider as a thought occurred to me to be different this time.
No wings today.
She didn’t need them.
The angel or naked fairy. They were both her. I didn’t need to do anything to highlight any distinction.
Beautiful and perfect was her. She didn’t need wings for anyone to see she was this magical being in my life that had changed me in so many ways.
All you had to do was look at her just the way she was, and it was there.
The radiant sparkle in her emerald eyes. The soft ivory of her skin. The rose tinting her cheeks. The glow that came from her heart. The essence of perfection that came from her soul.
It was all her, and she was mine.
My girl, my wife.
I decided I was going to leave this painting just as it was.
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