10 years...you and me

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At first, it was a hello and a flickering cursor….
What continued was checking for messages the whole day….
The poems, the sweet words….
Then the KISS….. expected, desired, needed for days… years?
Life started…
Life as we never knew it before…
Love…can there be more love? And more love? And even more love?
From one to two, to family…
From loving my life with you…
To cant even breath without you...
Ten years…
Feelings, emotions, thoughts, moments, memories….
All you…every day you….
My forever and my reason….

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  1. Unknown1 March 2018 at 01:49

    And you were worried about having enough memories

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