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"...untouched places to explore, new chances to adore." |
| Today 04/22/12 Today, nine years, seven months, and twenty days since the day you asked me, casually, in your high-school way with your sideways smile to be yours, I learned something about you. We sat together at dinner, you discussed hunting in a firm voice, divulging to me your opinions about a negligible subject. More exciting than the thing learned was the learning, the realization that after nine years, seven months, and twenty days, there are still new moments to discover, fresh beliefs to share. Today, nine years, seven months, and twenty days since the day I agreed, casually, in my high-school way with my pining heart to be yours, I felt precious to you. We lay together in bed, you brushed the soft hairs near my temple and said you loved the small space between my hairline and my eyebrows. More endearing than the thing said was the saying, the realization that after nine years, seven months, and twenty days, there are still untouched places to explore, new chances to adore. |