I have noted the photos around our house I cannot look at anymore.
1. Both us in the gazebo in Houston, your head resting on my shoulder, a few hours after I proposed to you.
2. Me holding a newborn Lucy and kissing the top of her head
3. The two sepia portraits of you holding the girls that hang in the living room.
Actually, I want to look at them but know that i shouldn't, like the temptation of falling for a woman who flatters you.
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