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Sometimes you have a wonderful night. Tonight -- was a wonderful night.
Nothing would have been changed to make it more perfect. Nothing could have made me happier. Nothing could have been done to improve its quality.
There are times you forget why and how much you adore someone, and then you're reminded. You're filled with their scent, their humor, their smile. Huge, huge smile.
I feel rejuvenated, and happy, and I feel so lucky and if I didn't hate the word -- blessed.
Maybe I'll write more tomorrow, maybe I won't and be mysterious. Maybe I'll convey the number 3 somehow through words.
But somehow, I doubt it.
Nothing would have been changed to make it more perfect. Nothing could have made me happier. Nothing could have been done to improve its quality.
There are times you forget why and how much you adore someone, and then you're reminded. You're filled with their scent, their humor, their smile. Huge, huge smile.
I feel rejuvenated, and happy, and I feel so lucky and if I didn't hate the word -- blessed.
Maybe I'll write more tomorrow, maybe I won't and be mysterious. Maybe I'll convey the number 3 somehow through words.
But somehow, I doubt it.
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Speaking of those on the non-subtle side...