"What do you remember most about when we first met?" She asked. It was four in the morning, it was raining really hard, and they hadn't slept yet.
"Your hair." He replied. They had eaten too late, and her stomach was aching. He stayed awake to keep her company. A scented candle she chose for their bedroom burned with a smell he could not abide, but he let it burn for her. It relaxed her. She lifted her head from his chest to face him, and screwed up her nose in the way he had always loved.
"My hair?"
"Yes." She tipped her head to the side, and rested her cheek on her palm.
"What was my hair like?"
"Dark. I fell in love with you that very second." He meant it.
"Because my hair was dark?" The candlelight flickered in her iris.
"Because your hair was dark." He smiled. She shrugged, disbelieving, and buried her head back into his chest. "What made you fall in love with me?" he quizzed.
"Your heartbeat" She said, softly and without hesitation.
"What is my heartbeat like?"
"Irregular."
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