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In seven days, you and I will re-write our lives. In seven days, only seven years will matter. In seven days, I will have met you at seventeen. In seven days, it will be almost seven years (minus two months) since you first kissed me and fell in love with me. In seven days, a new life will begin inside us. You unofficially proposed to me almost seven years ago- two months before we started dating, two months before you should have, and one year before we finally announced it to everyone else. I kept our secret as long as I could. Wrapped up together on my tiny, single bed, you said you would marry me and you meant it. And when you told me your "dream" about the man who loved me, I always knew it was you, despite your carefully-constructed subtlety. Seven days. Just seven more days. |
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