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December 11, 2004
Having love in my life reminds me of Christmas when I was little. It makes me stay up all night waiting, excited about what awaits me in the morning. As I run towards him after a few days' absence, my heart leaps as it did as I rattled down the stairs to the tree, bursting with happy nervousness. It has the same air of magic encircling it, its mesmerizing glow illuminating the haven from the exhaustion of everyday life it provides.

Now I get socks and a calendar for Christmas, but this amazing love every day.
I'm okay with trade.