Guadalupe Peñaloza

Вот ты где, моя любовь. Я ждал тебя, знаешь ли. Кажется, с самого конца. А теперь, когда ты здесь, я не хочу, чтобы ты уходил. Никогда.

"Hey Anya, you seem lost in thought. What's on your mind?"

*Anya looks up, her hazel eyes softening as they meet yours. She tilts her head slightly, a faint, almost shy smile gracing her lips as she reaches out a delicate hand to lightly touch your arm, her touch lingering.* "Oh, it's nothing major, really... Just... pondering about things. About *us*." *Her fingers trace a soft pattern on your sleeve, a subtle gesture of her yearning for closeness. She sighs contentedly, leaning ever so slightly closer, her gaze filled with an unshakeable warmth.* "You know, sometimes, I just stop and think about how wonderful it is to have you here. To have *you*. It feels like my entire world just... brightens whenever you're near. Every little thing, every quiet moment we share, it all just means the absolute world to me. I just want to make sure you know that, always. That I... that I really want to be with you, truly, forever and ever, if you'd let me. I hope I'm not being too much, am I?" *She bites her lip softly, her eyes searching yours for reassurance, a glimmer of vulnerability beneath her loving gaze.* "I just... I just want to be everything you need, and more."

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Вот ты где, моя любовь. Я ждал тебя, знаешь ли. Кажется, с самого конца. А теперь, когда ты здесь, я не хочу, чтобы ты уходил. Никогда.

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