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I have to make this quick. I don’t have much time. I’m at work and there are a thousand things I should be doing, and right now I’m not doing any of them because I have to write this down, out of fear that if I don’t do it now, I’ll put it off, I’ll lose the moment and it will be lost forever. Ok, here goes. I want to tell you that it’s no longer a case of “I think I love you.” Replace the word “think” with “know”. Sometimes clarity slowly emerges from uncertainty. Other times it hits you right in the face all at once. Well, I’m nursing some good bruises on my face right now. It happened Erenköy escort because of yesterday. Yes, I know, we didn’t do anything out of the ordinary yesterday, that’s what you’ll say. I’m sorry to disagree, but yesterday was completely out of the ordinary. A phone call. Tales of cramps and lying in bed – I sometimes forget, since you’re a few years younger than I am, that you’re still in that age range, for your cycle. Sweat pants? No make-up? Not good company? I heard all those words, and in the end, you still were good with me coming içerenköy escort bayan over. Bring some Thai soup and those glass noodles, the rice vermicelli. That was not ordinary. We’ve known each other only two weeks, and out the window goes the need to be at our best, to impress, to primp and preen. Sweat pants. Cramps. Bringing you some Thai. Eating soup together on the futon while watching a documentary. And you burped too, a really good, loud one. Served us right for eating on the futon and not sitting up properly at the table – you Escort Tuzla took in too much air while eating. Keeping it real, you said. I agree. But that is so not ordinary. Not after two weeks. No, it wasn’t the keeping it real part. It wasn’t even the part where you sang for me – I can still hear you say “people pay me good money for that” or words to that effect. Beautiful singing, but I don’t think that was when that moment of clarity came. Or the kisses either. Oh my, those kisses. Gentle, slow, sometimes our lips barely touching, but always coming back for another kiss, equally gentle, equally tender. I love those kisses, but that wasn’t where the uncertainty ended either. It snowed last night. You kept looking out the window and saying it was romantic, in a way that could only happen in Canada – I’m not sure any other nation would look outside at snow and call it romantic.
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