A couple, so young and so in love.
They met, they dated, they moved in together. They bought a dog. When they fight, it’s never big. When they kiss, it always means something. They could spend all day together and never get bored. It's love, in a pure, simple form. They don't need, they have never needed words to describe it. So that night on the couch, when he turns to her and tells her, "Love you," it's a little out of character.

And then he pulls out the ring, and of course we all know what her answer is.
♠ ♠ ♠
Awwwwwww. (:
Here's my happy chapter. It's also the one that's a true drabble; a hundred words exactly. I thought that was fitting. It's long overdue, I know. I like it.

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