[ The words come out quickly at first, rushing to reassure her. But he trails off, pausing to think about what he wants to say. It isn't that perfect is something she has to continue to strive to be, but he isn't sure how to put that into words. He lets his forehead rest against hers, twirling strands of her wet hair around his fingers. ]
What I mean is, I love you because you're Chrissy Elizabeth Cunningham. And you always will be. [ He smiles, considers something. ] Well, until tomorrow, I guess. Then you'll be Chrissy Munson.
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[ The words come out quickly at first, rushing to reassure her. But he trails off, pausing to think about what he wants to say. It isn't that perfect is something she has to continue to strive to be, but he isn't sure how to put that into words. He lets his forehead rest against hers, twirling strands of her wet hair around his fingers. ]
What I mean is, I love you because you're Chrissy Elizabeth Cunningham. And you always will be. [ He smiles, considers something. ] Well, until tomorrow, I guess. Then you'll be Chrissy Munson.