I wish I had words for how in love I am. I'm still amazed sometimes that he's not just some wishful figment of my crazed imagination, or the result of some fantastic mirrored dream. It's crazy. I wish I could better describe this mutual incredulity.

But life is mysterious and wonderful and strange, and I'm so happy to be sharing it with someone who feels so much the same.

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