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Started January 11, 2020 by @TrashyBeth_has_broken_her_Finger

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"My…my drawer?" Going through the different letters and pictures he continued to sift through trying to keep from getting a paper cut while he did. "You kept everything I gave you?"

She nodded with a blush "everything"

He seemed rather surprised, setting the one photo down before turning to face her. "I… I love you so much." Brad whispered, his own face warming just a bit. "I guess it makes sense, but I feel bad I didn't do something like this."

She shook her head "no I do this she walked up to him wrapping her arms around his neck

(I must be misunderstanding… so if what I write doesn't make sense I apologize.)

Brad smiled, nuzzling her cheek with his nose. "I should have though… I've got my own things that I store. I don't have anything dedicated to you though." Brad whispered, holding on to her hips loosely.

"it's just a drawer it's nothing special" she said

"You clearly can't tell how special it is to me. I have no way to tell you how much it really means to me." Brad laughed, continually nuzzling her cheek with a light smile.

She smiled she took one of his hands.and laced thier fingers

"How many times can I tell you I love you?" He asked weakly, sculpting her hip with his free hand, holding on tightly to her hand. "Because I could tell you a million, and still mean it."

She. Rested her head on his shoulder with a sigh of satisfaction

Brad smiled softly, resting his head on top of hers. "This physical affection… is probably the best thing." He whispered, wanting to pick her up and hold on to her. But for sake of hurting her, he didn't.

"I Love You So Much More Than Words Can Describe" she said.

"I could guess…. you literally came back from the dead." Brad muttered, kissing the top of her head a few times with a smile. "Doesn't that prove a point? A little bit at least?"

She smiled up at him "I Love you"

"And I love you, princess." Brad purred softly, running his fingers through her dark hair. "Your hair looks nice, though why'd you dye it?"

¨I wanted to switch it up I think it brings out more of my personalty¨ she smiled up at him

“If I’m being honest, it’s not the you I remembered. But I still think it looks lovely, and it suits you now.” Brad whispered, continually running his fingers through it with a soft sigh. “It brings out your eyes.”

She was slightly hurt by the comment and nodded

"It's just strange to see you with such a different look… I guess I wasn't expecting it." He tried to further explain, noting the fact she seemed to have gone rather quiet.

She nodded again averting her eyes away

"Look, I clearly said something to upset you. I didn't mean to. I'm really sorry, I had no idea it would." Brad attempted to apologize, continuing to run his fingers through her hair. "I literally meant, you didn't look the same as you did. Nothing more, nothing less. You're beautiful, and I never meant anything less than just that."

¨Ok¨ she said ¨I belive you she said taking a step forward and laying her head on his chest

Holding on to her close, he felt relieved that she believed him. Brad really meant nothing to hurt her, he just thought he was stating the obvious. "I love you, so much."

¨ I Love you too with everything I have¨ she whispered wrapping her arms around him

"I really don't deserve you… you came from the dead and back. I don't know if it was because of me, or for your own living, but I don't care. You're back." He whispered, pressing soft kisses to the top of her head.

¨Yeah I am and I´m gonna stay with you I´m not going anywhere Baby¨ she said.

"Promise me? You promise not to leave again?" Brad asked her, holding up his pinkie to her. "I can't loose you again… I'd get my hopes up too high. You might not come back again next time."

She wrapped her pinkie around his "I promise" she said

Pulling her hand close, he placed a soft kiss on the back of it. "Good. I love you too much to let you go." Brad whispered, leaning in to press a kiss to her lips.

She kissed him cupping his cheek with her free hand