Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-30014014-20191025160044/@comment-44464716-20200101062600

Puzzled, she asks, "Why do you ask?"

I tell her that, sincerely, she's beyond anything I could've imagined; so much so that, when she and I first met, part of me thought it too good to be true. She could've chosen anyone, while I am nothing special. She just laughs; the laugh she always makes before saying something truly sweet.

"You think being nothing special is bad? I didn't pick you despite it; I picked you because of it. I didn't want someone 'special'; I wanted someone humble, honest, sweet." She then leans in and kisses me sweetly before continuing, "You may be ordinary to you. But, to me, you're very special."

She then kisses me again before getting a gleam in eye; a gleam that I know from all our time together means only one thing. She then reaches down and grabs the knot of her wrap dress as she continues, "Let me show you just how special..." We proceed to the bedroom and spend hours inside...