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Nov 2016
T** The way he makes me laugh and howl till my stomach aches and my face is red.
H He took me to my favorite museum on my birthday.
E Every time we’re together, the energy is so alive I swear you can see the electrons flying between us.
P Perhaps one day we’ll finally save enough money to go on that camping trip we always talk about.
H He got promoted so we bought the expensive wine that night, our regular box brand is tastes better.
O Outside it rained and we made dinner together, laughing about the past and my day at work.
T Today when he came home he wouldn’t talk to me.
O Our days have stretched into a 24 hour year, maybe a guy’s night will help.
G Getting used to this new routine of not saying goodbye when he leaves helps him I guess.
R “Rebecca,” he said in his sleep last night when I grabbed more of the blanket.
A Alison, my mom thought it was a good name, but I’ve always hated it.
P Partly cloudy with a chance of dinner plans being cancelled again.
H “How long have I been blind?” I asked the optometrist
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