I'm all along with my thoughts.
Remember the first rainy weekend in our new apartment? It was a Saturday night, the fireplace was going, you're watching your sports and I'm reading a book right by the fire place. You made sure that my back was supported and that I had enough light to read from.
"Speaking strictly for me, we could have died then and there..."
Will I ever know that contentment or happiness again?
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