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๐ ๐๐๐ฃ๐๐๐ โ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ก๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ค๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ โ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ . ๐๐๐กโ ๐กโ๐๐ก ๐ ๐๐๐, ๐ผ ๐ โ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ก ๐๐๐ก๐ ๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐.
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"They're perfect Ro...did you hurt yourself with the thorns though?" You looked at his hands, holding one to inspect them, pale and soft with no cuts at all. "Don't worry, I used gloves." He smiled at your concern for him. This very much was his favorite trait of your personality, having someone to ask him about his wellbeing meant just as much as being told you loved him.
Did you ever think he'd be this endearing? The way the bow wrapped around the bouquet, the white layered paper wasn't the only thing nicely done with much of his patience but the forget-me-nots with white roses were a symbol of his undying loyalty, love, and care for you.
The thorns from the white roses were cut off so you wouldn't hurt yourself holding the bouquet. They smelled fresh and lovely, you couldnt think of anywhere else this could've came from other than his garden he proudly took care of that reflected the dedication and effort he put into.
"Im going to frame these once I get the time to today, that way I'll have them forever." You smiled already having an idea to preserve them
He smiled back, moving behind to hold you. "I'm glad you loved them love." His face buried into your neck, the warmth of his breath touching the bit of skin you exposed.
Your hands reached back to mess with his hair slowly letting it trace down his cheek, holding it still as he breathed out deeply.
After a sweet moment, he helped gather items to preserve the flowers. It was honestly exciting to him having his flowers being framed into a beautiful piece of work.
One by one, they were cut just a little bit to make it look like a garden of white roses and forget-me-nots.
Once it was done and framed with the help of Rollo, he suddenly hugged you tightly.
The sudden embrace didn't surprise you as it was a silent comfort for him in any emotional situation. You held him rubbing his back a little.
"I love you so much, I don't want you to doubt my love and devotion...I always worry I'm not expressing it enough." He confessed holding your wrist, kissing down your arm to your shoulders and lips.
You held his hand, returning the kiss as your heart beat slowed down enjoying the feeling of his lips against yours. Soft and gentle, who'd ever kiss your lips and soul at the same time like him.
Soon both of you pulled away dazed and looking at one another before speaking up, "I don't ever doubt you for a second Rollo. I have no reason to."
Rollo looked at the framed piece of art made by his girlfriend with flowers still worrying from the inside that his words and actions weren't enough before his cheeks were held to hold his gaze towards you
"Rollo, I know..." you said trying to assure him as he held on tighter. He breathed out deeply, holding your wrists before speaking...
"I could hardly call my heart my own...its so full of you."
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