Roses are red.
The meet.
Our parking lot.
The greet.
Buying - and signing - my Sedaris book.
The official first date.
Two swans.
Laughing. Really laughing.
Hoping to catch and be caught.
Anticipating the next random fact.
Haikus.
Complete comfort.
Walls.
Feeling as adored as I adore.
Blue sweatshirt.
Baked bread.
Cooking dinner.
Placemats. I want the turtle.
Old photos. The toothpaste shot.
Waking up at 6 AM.
Talking, laughing, sharing.
Reciting poetry.
"Biscuits."
Super Bowl bets.
Making plans.
Numerous trips.
The art museum. Waiting. Laughing.
Peas in a pod.
Immeasurable happiness.
Deeply.
Everyone should feel this way at least once.
Roses are red.
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I felt this way, thankfully, deeply, 22 years ago. The love is still there, deeper and truer than back then. But that new love? Sigh. It's delicious.
Took a picture of my daughter this morning, and gosh, she looks like she could be your daughter or niece or something. CRAZY!
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