We only spent one Christmas together. He gave me a dozen yellow roses and a card that read (in part):
I have never felt so close, so comfortable, and so warm around anyone else but you. It has been those mornings when I woke up before you, next to you, and looked over to see you peacefully sleeping. So I turned my head so I could watch you breathing and think to myself how someone as beautiful, intelligent, and funny could end up lying next to me.
It is surprinsingly how easy it is to forget that the way to get things done is to do them. – Mark Forster
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