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We didn't need a crowd.
It wasn't necessary to make oaths under an altar or in front of a crowd of strangers at church.
All we needed was this.
The way he looked at me made me feel like I was everything.'
The way I pronounced his name as a pledge.
We were aware that love was not a show of hands. It was quiet.
It was survival.
It was a war.