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I’ve been in love with you since you helped me bury that spider in my garden, and you sang with me like we were singing “Amazing Grace” instead of “The Itsy, Bitsy Spider.” I’ve loved you since you quoted Hamlet like you understood him, since you said you loved ferris wheels more than roller coasters because life shouldn’t be lived at full speed, but in anticipation and appreciation. I read and re-read your letters to Rita because I felt like you’d opened up a little window into your soul, and the light was pouring out with every word. They weren’t even for me, but it didn’t matter. I loved every word, every thought, and I loved you . . . so much.
