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On luckiness.
How lucky, lucky, lucky I am to have found this being.
Rounded forehead, veiny forearms, upright cowlicks and thin legs.
Broad shoulders, gappy smile, steady hands, warm eyes.
He is everything I want. He is everything to me. -
On hints of things to come.
It was our fourteenth monthary, a night to celebrate the months we've been dating. I asked if he would make the toast ( Read more... ) -
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Sometimes I worry I'm not as in love with him as I'm supposed to be. The strength of my feelings towards him fluctuates based on various factors. Alone at night, I reflect on everything that has happened and I wonder if I'm more in love with the idea of him than I am in love with him as he is. Aren't we all guilty of this? Does it make any ( Read more... ) -
On bedtime conversations.
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On distance.
I don't know why. I'm just distant. I feel a little emotionally detached? Is that even possible for someone as emotional and passionate as I am ( Read more... ) -
On things.
I had a great evening. I laughed and I felt loved and the whole thing was entertaining. I was with the man I'm so madly in love with... what else could I want?
But. Sometimes his self-deprecating comments weigh me down and make my heart feel heavy. Don't say you don't believe in this, babe. 'Cause if you don't, how can I? -
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He was on a wooden chair, a rum&pepsi in hand. I leaned back in the maroon armchair.
"We've spent the the last thirteen years trying to figure each other out."
"Yeah," he smiled, "We have." -
On the past.
There are times, sometimes, when I really long for my old life. Cheesy relics 'n all. -
On making beautiful memories.
We left everyone behind and headed to the water. Hand in hand, we walked along the beach and spoke softly about the thoughts on our minds. We walked through tall green grasses, ran through frigid tides that tickled our toes and stepped carefully over abandoned sandcastles. We walked until we reached our destination: the ice cream shop at the ( Read more... ) -
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Slathering Deep River on to the accent wall in our future spare bedroom, I glanced over at him, four rungs up on the metal ladder, small trim brush in his hand, carefully concentrating on not touching the popcorn ceiling with the bold blue paint ( Read more... )