In February, 1998, we sat in the RIC theater, waiting for the Festival Ballet to come on. It was part of my Valentine's gift to you, as you spoke so happily of the years you danced.
The conversation somehow turned to talk of marriage, and you said something to the effect of not knowing why people are in such a rush to be married. After an awkward few minutes of conversation, where you tried to elaborate on what you meant, we left it alone.
A couple of days later you left me a card with the sweetest explanation of what you meant, talked of the longing of wanting to have a child. Your words read of such sincerity, it was apparent that you didn't want me discouraged, I smile every time I think of it. It is still one of my favorite cards from you, although they're all so hard to rank.
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