My first post will conjure up the first time you ever revealed your compassionate, forgiving heart to me. Why did I leave you to take the murder train home by yourself the first night we met? I'll never truly know. Were you somehow, some way able to look past that poor decision.. among many other poor decisions... and still sort of like me, like me, really like me, love me, really love me, marry me and have our children?
Yes. Yes you were. And how here we are...
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