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| We often talk about loving each other more every day, and I wonder what will become of us if this continues to be true. By the time we're in our 50s, I will be dragging you around on an IV cart. One end of the tube will be attached to you by a beautiful opal necklace I'll buy for you and the other end shoved through my ribcage to my heart. Taking the stairs will be a challenge, as will running long distances and wrestling, but I hope I'm not forced to wrestle anyone, especially you. Happy 9 months (in 3 hours and 7 minutes) to the best girlfriend in the world. |
