I want us to be the love story my parents never had the chance to be.

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“And I want to know that fifty years from now when you’re in a hospital room
getting ready to die, when visiting hours are for family members only,
I want to know they’ll let me in to say goodbye.
‘Cause I’ve been fifty years memorizing how the lines beneath your eyes form rivers when you cry and I’ve held my hand like an ocean at your cheek saying, “Baby, flow to me.”
‘Cause fifty years I’ve watched you grow with me
fifty years of you never letting go of me,
through nightmares and dreams and everything in between.”
– excerpt from Andrea Gibson’s I Do

Baby, I am so in love with you. It’s been two years and then some of adventures and food and books. I love you, I love you, I love you. 

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