We can both agree very pragmatically that neither of us can occupy each other's thoughts 100%, and it's perfectly fine that way. She loves God but isn't dogmatic about it. She loves reading and the smell of books (both old and new.) She has an impeccable taste. She has a voice that can turn a shopping list into poetry. She loves me for who I am. She constantly fascinates me (with her weird camp aesthetics, 19th century stamp collection, surrealist paintings etc. etc.)
This is very (500) Days in a bad clichéd way, but I wish she was real.
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