So things didn't go exactly as I had planned, but they were okay. We were sad together; we curled up on the sofa and he talked, and I listened and then I cried for a while and he held me. It was not what I planned...but it was what I needed. And then we were okay again. Sometimes that's just how it works.
I love
him madly.
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I had a good time too, of course.
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