You've loved me now for three years (even when I didn't deserve it), and after such a stretch, it's a wonder that there could be anything at all that we don't know about one another. But you still surprise me everyday, both by your capacity to care for me, and by the extent to which you are truly my other, and at times better, half. I remember thinking to myself three years ago that I had waited for you my whole life, and now here you were, like something from a fairy tale. Back then, it was amazing--and it still is. I still lie in bed and think about you, and I know, that even after three long years, you're still my

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XOXO