On another of our early dates we laid on a blanket at the town beach and just talked for a couple of hours. You asked me what books I liked and told me yours. It was a beautiful summer evening and I thought to myself,
"Here is someone I can talk with for the rest of my life."
I suppose we will still talk, but without that anchor of love for one another. You're always a great conversationalist, so I am sure I'll enjoy it.
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