Love

Four months later…

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One year and four months ago, I walked through the door of a coffee shop on my first date with a blue-eyed, dark-haired man with a love for J. R. R. Tolkien and a penchant for dancing to music wherever and whenever he chose. Three weeks after that, I realized I was in love. And a year layer, I married him. It was the best decision I ever made.

He is without a doubt the perfect man for me and I cannot imagine anyone better.

Happy four months, my love. I could not be happier with anyone else.