a thought.

The minute I heard my first love story
I started looking for you, not knowing
how blind that was.
Lovers don't finally meet somewhere.
They're in each other all along.

The more I know him, the more time I spend with him, the more fights I have with him, the more we laugh together, the more I wake up next to him... the more I know this to be true. I love you, husband.

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