[ it's a terrifying confession, to have a fraction of responsibility for another's happiness. it's a thrilling shock, too, to be an important stitch woven through someone else's life. she stumbles into a smile, more pronounced by the crinkles at her eyes. ]
So I'm one of those "things you want to do".
[ it breaks through some of the depressive veil that drapes around the room, that burst of levity. her dimples carve into her cheeks, then fall to regard him with an attentive tenderness, stroking soft fingers absently over the backs of his knuckles. ]
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So I'm one of those "things you want to do".
[ it breaks through some of the depressive veil that drapes around the room, that burst of levity. her dimples carve into her cheeks, then fall to regard him with an attentive tenderness, stroking soft fingers absently over the backs of his knuckles. ]
Makes a difference how?