I can see myself (GM)

One month ago. The second time we met.
Her little hand in mine. She whispers to me
- Can we pretend I've got a crush on you?
- Sure, absolutely, why not. Just pretend though? Not for real?
She's quiet for a while.
- Okay, for real.

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Two weeks ago. Sitting under a tree
- When we're eighteen I'll be your girlfriend, okay? We'll be boyfriend and girlfriend.
Oh, my little sweetness. What age do you think I am?
I was eighteen well before you were even a twinkle in your daddy's eye...

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Today. Her, in my lap
Just looking at each other in silence, our faces inches apart.

- It's me, it's me. I can see myself.
And sure enough, I can see myself too, reflected in the beautiful warm brown of her eyes.
She throws her head back. Laughs to the sky.

I've never wanted to kiss a girl so much.
Just a tiny peck, just under the point of her adorable chin

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Four years old, and she owns my heart.
Love, love, love. So much love