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July 31, 2010
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My right arm pulls him just as closely to me as his left arm pulls me toward him. My left hand dares to cross his chest and comes to rest below his right shoulder. We're cheek to cheek, like in the old song. Oh, we should be dancing.

I don't think to look at the inscription inside the book until I get home. From what I'd seen of other people's books, he wrote the same thing, something like, "You're wonderful!" and his name.

Inside mine? "I still love you."

Was the 36-year wait worth it?

Need you ask?