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September 30, 2011
I want to spend my days memorizing the scars on your hand, watching the hair retreat on your head and the wisdom filling your eyes. I want our bodies to know each other's shape long after we've grown old. I want to see if little hairs grow out of your ears like the old men's do in cartoons. I want to witness the growth of every wrinkle on your face so I can read them in my sleep and remember how you got them. I want to be with you forever, to the end of my days.

I love you.