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Here is why

You asked me the other day, "When did you know that you wanted to marry me?". It was an innocent question, one among many others. You and I have always been able to seamlessly ask each other anything. In fact it was the simple act of conversation that brought us together.

Before you, I always thought I would eventually get dulled by the same person. That over time, the magic would wear off and I would be left with regret. That the curiosity would wane. That I would run out off things to connect on. That cynicism would take over and I would give up.

Then I met you.

It was simple. You were the first person that showed me that conversations never get boring. That fights are okay. That communication breaks, but repairs. That a promise lasts longer than a lifetime.

It was easy. You showed me how. 

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  1. Anonymous10 May 2018 at 22:24

    "Boredom between two peoope doesn't come from being together, physically. It comes from being apart, mentally," said Leslie Parrish to Richard Bach, in The Bridge Across Forever. There is no interplay of minds other than the poetry called conversation.

    AnL

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  2. Unknown26 December 2018 at 04:24

    When the magic wears off it the commitment that remains. It the respect that we have for each other that keep us going.

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