Yes, I'll be slaughtered when someone finds out that I'm penning this down way past bedtime. But I'm so afraid that good times will be lost in memory when I wake up tomorrow morning. Make hay while the sun shines.
We're both humane, nostalgic creatures when it comes to love. It's the ideals we harbour, the qualities we each possess, and the uncanny mirroring that surprises us to no ends in this relationship. With every day and every step into this perfectly imperfect little world of ours, the more we see of the other's strengths, weaknesses, loves, hates, as well as the way our hands, hugs and kisses fit together to a T. And yes, this is all to you, the one I'll treasure as long as I live, breathe and love.
Happy 17th month to us, to love.
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